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]

"Ace told me last night."

He looks a little disconcerted. "I told Archie right afterwards."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"It must have been after Archie and I were dancing." Svava blinks, and shrugs, then gives Indy a smile.

"Well, I know now, so everything's fine."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"It really is!" he agrees. "Are you going to let you hair down a bit as well?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"... My hair is down, Indy." Svava just looks at him, puzzled.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He laughs and puts a fond arm around her shoulder, leading her to the drinks table. "It means... have fun... get drunk, be rowdy... and so on."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

She gives Indy an amused look. "Oh, I think I know how to have fun. And as for getting drunk-"

Svava waves a wait-rat down. "Um... the Bar gave it to me a while back. Not sure what it was, but if you ask-?" The rat squeaks, and scurries off. Svava beams at Indy. "Only make it fair, to get something that would work to get me drunk, then."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

His smile widens. "Level playing field. Good call."

"Bottoms up then?" he chirps as her drink arrives, tilting his glass and raising it to his mouth to show what he means.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Her drink is clear with a faint red-pink tinge to it, and thick, almost like sugar syrup. Svava doesn't even know what it is, She shrugs at Indy, then chuckles, and does her best to finish the drink in one go.

She suceeds, then sets the glass down, coughing.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy's grin seems to be permanent as he licks his lips after knocking back his drink in response. "That good huh? And you have no idea what it is?"

"That's a bit scary."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava nods carefully, looking at the glass. "...well, I trust the Bar to not poison me. Had it before, and just had a hangover." She grins at Indy. "But that's what normally happens, yes?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Headache, sour stomach... all that good stuff. Yup. Sounds like you're on the right track. How much did you have last time?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava's still looking at the glass.

"I don't really recall." She beams. "I was talking to Anthy about Ragnarok, and didn't really pay much attention."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"More than one though... right?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"I don't really recall. Honest." A quiet laugh, and she sets the glass down.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Shall we try another one then, because..." He glances at the clock. "...one seems so unfulfilling."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"You think everyone should be drunk?" Svava giggles, then waves for the waitrat again.

"Just fair warning, its too hard for me to do the rune spell when I'm hung over."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Oh... well... hm, there's always hangover potions if we're desperate."

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"True, but that was fair warning for you. Should be for me too, but-" And Svava picks up the second drink.

"I guess I'll deal with it."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"It'll be worthwhile, I can guarantee that," he assures her with a sage nod.

He ponders over her fine toga and then pluck sourly at his own, now nothing more than a bedraggled sheet slung over his shoulder. He has boxer shorts on. "You see... that's how mine was supposed to look. Where'd you learn to wrap it?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"There was a piece of paper with pictures on it, showing how to do it." She grins. "Not that hard, really. Not as complicated as some of the other dresses I have. Much more like what I'm used to, sort of."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Of course, I forget sometimes."

He admires it a little more before offering her one of his patented ivy wreaths. "There weren't any laurel trees outside," he explains. "Might as well go the whole hog though."

"Do you know the origina of the theme of the party?"

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Meg said it was something to do with Romans. ... They built Florence and walls in London!" Svava offers, brightly, and takes a wreath.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"They also gave us sanitation, medicine, education, wine, public order, irrigation, roads, a fresh water system, and public health," he adds wisely.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

"Did they have maps and reading, though? And math and calculus? Cars and flying machines?" The Valkyrie starts on her second drink, thankfully not drinking it as fast as the first.

Even still, wait til it all hits her system.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Ar this point, Archie wanders up, completely oblivious of the previous conversation, or the ammount that Svava's had to drink. He's grinning as he approaches the pair.

"Hello. This would be the party you mentioned yesterday Indiana, is it not?"

His grin widens.

"You look lovely my lady, that gown does suit you."