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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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing," he responds brightly.

He's back with two fresh drinks shortly, and he makes no qualms about returning his hand to her leg in full view this time. "It's been a tordid time here. Another regular died, in his own time. And... my girlfriend decided to call it quits and not come back here anymore."

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

*Inara enjoys the sight of Indy walking away. And she also has no problem with his hand on her leg when he returns. Maybe this time things will go differently.*

I'm so sorry about that - the death. And about your girlfriend, you seemed so happy. *She covers his hand with hers.* I am truly sorry . . . would you like to talk about it?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Actually, no. She was absent for a long time, and I was kinda prepared for the break up. It was all very good natured."

He puts his drink down and leans a little closer, gazing into her eyes and stroking her leg gently now.

"Now.. I'm just enjoying a little freedom and bachelorhood again."

His free hand lifts and moves a strand of hair away from her face.

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

That's good to hear, that no one was left hurt.

*Inara breathes in as his hand brushes her leg. Her eyes close as a languid feeling steals over her, and she leans in to his touch as he moves her hair. Her eyes open and her gaze meets his steadily.*

As am i.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Good. Because I feel we have some unfinished business from a long time ago."

He is closer now, breathing his words into her ear. Tantalizingly close.

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

*She shivers at his breath against her skin. She runs her finger along his hand, tracing patterns on his skin, teasingly*

We do indeed. That was a very long night for me, Indiana. *She turns and looks into his eyes* I would hate for a repeat.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"There's nothing wrong with long nights," he whispers, ending the sentiment by taking her earlobe in his teeth and nibbling it softly. He nuzzles at her, shifting more hair away and kissing her neck properly.

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

*She tilts her neck and moans softly, delighting in the pure freedom. No money exchanged, nor any vows. Just feeling.*

Well then, i hope you can deliver.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He swallows hard—possibly due the excitement of the situation—and moves his head so he can engage her gaze again. "I'm not making any promises. But, I've never had any complaints."

As his hand slides further up her thigh, he presses his lips tenderly onto hers.

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

*She presses back, enjoying the simple pleasure before opening her mouth and deepening the kiss. She slides her hand down his leg in return, gently squeezing as she goes.*

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

His tongue probes around, tasting tentatively as it caresses. His hand supports the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her silky locks as he hums his appreciation.

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

*She moans again into his mouth, caressing his tongue. Her body presses forward into his, her hands moving to his back.*

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Easyyy," he gasps as he pulls back. "This is what rooms are for."

He winks and clasps her hand as he kisses her again briefly.

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

*She blushes slightly and glances around. She blames the margaritas. Yes.*

A room would be lovely. *She accepts his kiss and smiles slightly wickedly.* And this time, Dr. Jones, I won't be going up alone. *She squeezes his hand*

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Not a chance of it," he admits with a wicked smirk. "Is now a good time?"

He stands up presumptuously and offers her a hand.

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

*She sighs prettily*
I suppose so. I have no prior engagements - and no one else seems to be missing their host.

*She takes his hand and rises from the chair, elegantly sweeping the skirt of her gown behind her.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

In stark contrast to her grace, Indy's toga is falling apart again, exposing his white boxer shorts to the bar's clientele without remorse. He tugs the sheet across his chest in an attempt at some kind of drunken modesty.

Then he crooks his elbow after leaning over to peck her cheek again. "Well, only if you can fit me in."

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

*She giggles at his attempts to cover himself, and takes his elbow.*

Lead on, Dr. Jones. *She smiles up at him, letting him lead her out of the bar and up to his room.*