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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[lvpd_sidle]

"Thank you--uh, what'd you call me?"

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

He blinks. It takes him a minute to recall and translate that last sentance.

"Ah- deirféar. Sister."

And he honestly didn't know he was going to say that. Cue the lip chewing.

[lvpd_sidle]

Sister.

Sara is stunned, to say the least. She manages a shy smile. "How would I say brother in Gaelic?"

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Deartháir." And the mun had better have her journal incoding (http://www.livejournal.com/editinfo.bml) set to Western European.

[lvpd_sidle]

Now the mun does.

"Deartháir," she repeats. Her accent probably isn't worth much.

"Didn't think I'd ever call someone a brother again," she says quietly. "Though I love Sander, and I know he loves me, I can't say that we were ever truly family."

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Eh, it's not too horrid. He'll probably help her out with it later on, if she wants.

"Hey." And he's caught her up in a brotherly type hug. Not too hard - she could push him away if she wanted to.

[lvpd_sidle]

And she hugs him back for a minute. "Thanks."

The knowledge she has of him will haunt her later. But she'll take what happiness--what family, she can.

And she'll take flowers to his grave the next time she returns to her world.