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.

Comments

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Stroking her hair, Wolf frowns. "I doubt it. I'm really not strong enough to deal with people like that on a regular basis. Or some of the others that come into the bar from time to time."

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"You could take normal people that cause problems. Like Sawyer. What worries me though is that you can't always tell their strength just by looking," she said, worriedly. "If it's something dangerous, you're saying no. I don't care how much it pays. I'll be all scary and mean and mood swingy and, and pregnant if you don't."

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

He mock-cowers. "Please, anything but that!"

Cause, personally, he likes her being pregnant.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"You're silly," she told him, wrinkling her nose at him and hugging him again.

[notjustananimal.livejournal.com]

Wolf grins, hugging her. "I aim to please."