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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[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire rolls her eyes too. "I bet you a lapdance in Vegas, he doesn't do anything more than make a smart-aleck comment about it."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"I think someone cute, blonde, and Australian once warned me not to take bets in the bar. However... you are goin' down, mate." Ace grins, made slightly reckless by extreme happiness.

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

"It's a deal." She grins. "How will you know I'm telling the truth?"


It's not like she really loses if she loses the bet, if you think about it. Because then she gets Sawyer and a lapdance in Vegas. And if she wins? She gets to see Ace blush harder than she ever has.

Win-win.