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

[slayer_fray]

She shakes her head.

"Haven't seen her since the war. Hope she's OK."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Hm... I haven't seen her either. Sure she's fine or Alanna or Ace woulda said something to me. They all fought together, and as far as I know, there were no fatalities."

[slayer_fray]

Mel nods unconcerned agreement.

"Well, I assure you, when we do get physical, you'll be warned beforehand."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I should damn well hope so. I need fair warning to grab Mike's camera."

[slayer_fray]

"Oh I reckon he'd want to watch too. He was very excited to hear about what Faith n'I get up to, just with pudding."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy blinks hard. "Pudding. Pudding?" he stammers as his imagination takes over and runs with some very wrong mental pictures. "Why wasn't I informed?"

[slayer_fray]

"Because we didn't think it was worth informing," she shrugs. "I mean, we share our food regularly. Not like we keep it secret or anything."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Tsch... you had me going there."

Literally. He shifts uncomfortably, leaning up against a table and crossing his legs, trying to think of less stimulating things.

[slayer_fray]

Mel's not helping.

"So I'm gonna be a bridesmaid for Ace," she says conversationally. "I'm gonna have to find me a miniskirt."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Steam might be jetting out of Indy's ears right about now, if this were a cartoon. He fights to control his baser instincts and responds with as much compsure as he can muster. "That's nice. When is that wedding anyway? Soon, right?"

[slayer_fray]

"Tuesday," she says. "Which don't give me much time. I've never even been to a wedding before. Don't know what I'm supposed to do."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Just stand there and look pretty," Indy advises. "Which is normally hard in the frouffy bridesmaid's dresses that are chosen. Ace is giving you free rein to pick your own?"

[slayer_fray]

A shrug. "I was told: miniskirt."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy nods, slightly quizzical. "What about the guys...?"

[slayer_fray]

"Ummm," she frowns, trying to remember. "Kilts, I think."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Yeah... Svava said something about that. Everybody? Or just the groomsmen?"

He doesn't seem too concerned. He is in a pseudo-dress at this moment after all.

[slayer_fray]

She shrugs.

"No idea. Wedding's are all new to me."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He sniffs dismissively. "I'm sure I saw one in my closet somewhere. Tim's magic covered most eventualities."

[slayer_fray]

"Sure." she takes a swig of the drink and spies Murphy waving at her.

"Right. I'd better go say hi to the last guy who's bed I woke up in," she says. "Catchya later, Indy."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head with a hopeless grin. "I'm sure you will."