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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[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"...Yes," Virginia said with a nod. She looked down and bit her lip. "Sometimes...I mean, my mom she was...she was nuts. Left my family when I was seven. She...she was the evil stepmother that tried to take over," Virginia said, with no little sadness. " So sometimes? Sometimes I'm afraid that I'm really in some little white room in a straightjacket."

A grin cracked out on her face. "But if it wasn't real, if Wolf wasn't real...if this--" she held her hand on her belly and smiled at it again. "--isn't real..." She looked up. "...then I'd rather stay insane."

[mnt_mike]

"Can I?"

He gestures towards her belly, asking permission before placing a hand there.

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

"Sure, but there's not much to feel yet," Virginia said, biting her lip morosely. She looked slightly nervous. "I'm starting to get worried. All the books say its supposed to have started hiccuping by now. I'm probably going to go back to the doctor soon."

[mnt_mike]

Mike places a very careful hand on her stomach. His brow furrows in concentration.

"Wait...I think I feel something. It...it's...snoring? The baby is just sleeping. See? Nothing to worry about. Can't blame the kid really, I mean, nice warm comfy place to hang out. It's what I'd do."

[woolonyourface.livejournal.com]

Virginia laughed and looked grateful.

"You know what? Maybe you're right."

She spotted Wolf eyeing her from across the room, with a good deal of eyebrow waggling, and a tiny bit of jealousy that another man had his hand on her stomach. She figured she'd remedy that by going over and letting him have his hand on her stomach.

"I have to go see this little guy's daddy, but I'll definitely see you around. Then maybe I can hear how it all really went down, since the cartoon was probably cleaned up a bit. You can brag to your heart's content."

Then she flounced off, into the arms of a scruffy sort of man that looked very grateful to have her in them, and who immediately put a hand on her belly.