Toga Party

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Atop a long table in one corner of the bar sits a row of punch bowls containing ladles and various cocktails: from margarita to plain screwdriver. These are accompanied by several bowls of ice, some containing various bottles of beer. There are stacks of plastic glasses, paper plates, napkins, and a large pile of ivy wreaths at one end. The drinks are buffet-style at this party, so help yourself.

There are plates scattered over the residual tables in the area, some overflowing with huge bunches of grapes, others containing savory fare such as chicken legs, hunks of bread, olives, cheese or humus dips.

To try and give an impromptu impression of a Roman/Greco theme, the tables have been topped with white tablecloths and chairs and surfaces strewn with ivy. If there had been a way to fashion columns or import colonnades in twenty four hours, Indy would have tried it. But ivy will have to do on short notice. At least its not poisonous.

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[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom shrugs. He was highly sheltered from the world, though there was a television so he's not sheltered in that respect. He has no idea where it is he actually left from, so it'd be difficult to relate details*

I escaped from servitude; I was made to clean, with no respect and no choice in my work.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"It must be nice to be liberated and have free will now," Indy admits, gazing into his empty glass.

"Hmmm, I'm due a refill. Its been nice to meet you Broom and thanks for the help. Have fun!"

He heads off with a smile, and later he adds a big tip to his housekeping tab to cover the extra cleaning duties incurred by the party.