Happy Hour

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Mike said he had some administrative things to take care of tonight. Quite frankly, the prospect of Mike attempting anything 'administrative' on his own filled Indy with great fear. However, it was agreed that there was other work to be taken care of as well. He let his room mate know where to find him if things got out of hand and then headed off to cover their weekly bartending shift.

Before he starts work, Indy adds some sock puppets to the box for Bernard: a garish orange one, a worn beige one with an egg carton hat poorly colored over with brown crayon, a red lady's sock with a purple puffball for hair and a crude cardboard axe-type thing strapped to its back, and a powder pink lady's sock with yellow puffball hair. The ankle of the last one is covered in glitter and seems to have a pair of nice egg carton breasts, or a bra... or something.

Once that's done, he turns his attentions to the Specials Board. It's been fairly pleasant outside this week, so he decides on some seasonal offerings:

DRINKS SPECIALS

Summer Splash
Sam Adams Summer Ale
Suntan Lotion

He manages to reclaim some space from the mess of craft supplies and give Bar a quick wipe down. Finally, after straightening Tonks' bra, Indy bellies up to the counter and prepares to take orders.

"What'll it be folks?"

Comments

[mnt_mike]

Mike approaches Bar with arms full of paperwork. As he flops it down on the bartop it begins to sort itself into neat piles.

"Huh. Cool."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy automatically starts to work on a chocolate milkshake, while eyeing the reams of paper with great trepidation.

"A loud and crowded bar isn't possibly the best place for heavy admin work, y'know?" he says as the blender kicks off.

[mnt_mike]

"I tried to do this in Bernard's office space area thinger...but it's messed up in there. It's like Don's workshop...on smack."

Mike scratches his head trying to make heads or tails of the stuff before him.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"That's mad bombers for ya," Indy says, plunking the shake down and adding some garnish. "Anything makin' any sense?"

[mnt_mike]

Mike takes the drink without looking up.

"Oh yeah. Tons of it. For instance."

He turns the paper he's currently reading around so that Indy can see it clearly.

"This is my name."

[the_lioness]

At some point, Alanna wanders out of the staff quarters looking as if she's been asleep for the better part of the day. In this case, looks are not deceiving. She grins as she spots Mike and pounces him in a bear hug from behind.

"You! I was hoping to see you."

[mnt_mike]

"Dreaming again, huh? It's okay....you're not dreaming now."

[the_lioness]

Alanna laughs and ruffles his hair, quickly climbing up on the stool beside him.

"No, I'm not. Nor have I had a dream about you in recent memory. Of course, there was that one time..."

She squints at the ceiling as if trying to remember something particularly interesting.

[mnt_mike]

"Pants or no pants?"

What? It's an important clarification!

[lvpd_sidle]

"Well, hello stranger." Sara sidles up to the bar with a grin. "Can I get a Summer Splash?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Sara Sidle. Where've you been all my... last few months?" Indy replies with a welcoming grin. Ingredients are grabbed from various shelves and fridge compartments and added to a shaker.

[lvpd_sidle]

She shrugs, waving a hand. "Oh you know. An abduction here, waiting to see if a friend will live there, and a brief jaunt in a world with a strange resemblence to Jurassic Park. The time sure does fly."

She grins. "How the hell've you been, anyway?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He shrugs as he shakes the concoction. "Me? Not too bad. Couple of adventures, couple of injuries, decent amount of sex."

"Don't suppose the elevator was to blame for the dinosaur world was it?"

[dragon_twin]

'Summer Spalsh' and 'Suntan Lotion' sound, well, too girly to Melou. Not to mention he has no idea what's in them. Ale, however, he recognizes.

"I'll take the ale, please."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy is quick to produce a bottle from the cooler and pop the top off.

"One summer ale," he says, placing it down on a coaster after shoving some pipe cleaners out of the way. "Enjoy."

[dragon_twin]

The pipe cleaners are eyed.

"Thanks. What are those, anyway?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"They're for cleaning out pipes... smoking pipes," Indy explains. "But they're also good for fun craft-type stuff, 'cause you can twist them into different shapes, and they come in lots of different colors."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

"A washcloth?" he asks from some feet away. The flame of the sword has been put to rest for the moment, but he has to clean it off before putting it back into the sheath on his back.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

There's a vague look of concern for the blood-stained customer.

"You alright there?" Indy says as he grabs a bar towel and hurriedly throws it over. Only after the accent registers does he take a proper second glance at the patron. And his sword.

Eyes widen.

"...Garion?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

His head turns and he wipes at his face, removing more of the blood obscuring his features and his sight. He blinks a couple of times before nodding once, twice, and stepping towards the bar.

"Good to see you remember."

He sounds a little annoyed.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"The sword's kinda hard to miss," he reasons worriedly.

"Seriously. You okay?"

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

He slides up to the bar (wearing Hugo Boss. sleek shape is accented by navy, white and light blue pinstripes. Ike Behar thin stripe silk tie) resting his elbows upon the edge of the counter. "Vodka Tonic, lime."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy nods a greeting as he retrieves a highball and fills it with ice.

"Hello again."

"Absolut, Finlandia, Stoli, Smirnoff, Skyy, Grey Goose, Ketel One...?"

[yuppie-trash.livejournal.com]

He raises a finger to stop him, repeating the choice, "Finlandia." He acknowledges the greeting with a vague smile on his face, already removing his (imported, gazelleskin) billfold.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy nods once more and pours the drink.

Once some scraps of construction paper are brushed away, he sets the glass on a paper coaster.

"Do I get a name this time?" he says with a well-meaning smile.