Toga Party

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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]

He grunts and adjusts things idly. "Sorry... not used to be the dress thing."

"And... um... do I get to say damn about your modesty?"

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Golly, she's blushing a lot tonight.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He chuckles. "S'ok... it leaves enough to the imagination. Just."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

She tugs on it nervously again. "Ace says I should wear it for a friend of mine just to see what would happen."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Sawyer?" he advances without much thought. "I'm sure he'd love it."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Deer in headlights? Thy name is Claire.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Wha... uh... oops?" he stammers.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

She finally blinks and then scowls. "Bloody hell, does everybody know?"


She doesn't even bother telling him they're just friends.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Um... no?" he postures uneasily. "He just mentioned it in passing after the cocktail party. No big deal. I didn't figure you were together or anything."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"We're just friends," she sighs. It's inevitable.

And then she quirks an eyebrow. "What did he say?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He shrugs. "He seemed pretty happy, in spite of the tutu."

Indy isn't gonna give up anything more than that. Fellow men's code of silence and all that. He's already feeling guilty that he disclosed his knowledge to her in the first place.

[OOC: Slowtime? I've got six others I'm gonna finish tomorrow as well. I don't wanna end it!]

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"Hm," she seems mildly appeased by this. It does occur to her to ask how it it was, but since Sawyer hasn't turned her down once, she figures it must be decent, at least.

"Thanks for not lecturing me." Not that she thinks he would, but one never knows.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Lecturing," he says with mild confusion. "Why the hell would I do that? Sawyer's a good guy. You make a decent looking couple."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"He is a good guy," she agrees. "Lots of people don't think so though."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you have more basis to make that call, but he certainly seems genuine... if a little unscrupulous. I'd prefer to have him on my side, put it that way."

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

People that like and respect Sawyer are some of Claire's favorite people. Does Indy know that he just went from interesting acquaintance to a fringe-member of her "family"?

She beams at him. "I like you, Indy. I really do."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He shrugs. "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself. Even without the toga... uh... I mean, normally. With clothes... er..."