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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[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Well, let's see what we got here... girly drink, girly drink, far too girly drink...." He gives up on the pre-mixed items and starts looking through the ice bowls. "Hah!" Grins as he finds two bottles of Guinness and hands over the first one.

[slayer_fray]

Mel examines the bottle, before opening it and taking a large mouthful.

"This is good," she confirms. "Y'can't get beer like this at home."

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

He nearly chokes at that. "No Guinness? Now that's truly evil."

[slayer_fray]

She shrugs. "We make do with what we can get. Mosta the time it's brewed locally, but sometimes someone gets hold of something not quite good enough for the Uppers. S'no big deal."