Happy Hour

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy is on duty behind the bar tonight. It's a typically no frills appearance, but all things considered, he appears to be in good spirits. After a quick stock check and a wipe down of the counter, he chalks the following loosely-themed offerings onto the board:

DRINKS SPECIALS

Manhattan
Bronx Terrace
Long Island Iced Tea

He then arms himself with a strong and heavily spiked cup of coffee (in case the youthful turtle boys show up again), and prepares to take some orders.

"It's Happy Hour, folks. What'll it be?"

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Nice seasonal choice," Indy says with a smile.

"I'll be right back. The tea's out back."

He disappears through the bat-wing doors into the kitchen area. Soon enough, he returns with a glass of tea, into which he adds the requisite shots of brandy and honey. Lastly, he adds a lemon slice as garnish.

"There you go," he declares, and slides the glass over to her.

[lovesoldthings.livejournal.com]

He knows his drinks, Sally will give him that. She's content to fiddle with one of the napkins set errantly on the counter, and then search through her pockets for the fiver that she knows is in there somewhere.

It's found about ten seconds after Indy sets down her order.

"Thank you. Please keep what's left as tip," and slides the five pound note towards him.

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"Much obliged," Indy says.

He gives the lady a characteristically crooked smile and tips his hat cordially at her.

"Does my kind benefactor have a name?"

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"Oh, I'm sorry." Sally belatedly wipes her hand against her jeans before offering it to him. "Sally Sparrow, London, 2007."

Her mum would be mortified, probably.

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"Pleased to meet you, Sally."

Still smiling, he accepts her hand and gives it a firm shake.

"I'm Indiana Jones. Indy for short. New York, 1938."

"You haven't heard of me, I take it?"

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"Likewise, Mister Jones. Indy."

Sally withdraw her hand after a moment, fingers soon curling around the heated cup.

"No, I'm sorry. Should I have?"

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"Not necessarily."

He shrugs.

"On some versions of Earth there's a blockbuster trilogy of movies about my adventures and escapades. They came out in the 1980's. As such, I've had a fair few people recognize me since I arrived."

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"Ah. I tend to watch the old black and white classics." Sally loves old things. "But I will look for yours the next time I pop down to the video place."

She pauses to take a sip of her toddy.

"Indiana Jones trilogy, yeah?"

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"Yeah," he confirms, nodding. "Raiders of the Lost Ark, the Temple of Doom and the Last Crusade. I've lived through the first two, sort of, but the third is still in my future. So... um... don't spoil me?"

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Sally retrieves a small notebook from her coat pocket, along with a pen and sets one down on the counter so she can scribble Indy's name and the first two movies down.

Now she can't forget.

"Then I shall only rent the first two. That way, we can avoid spoilers and paradoxes, or what have you."

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"Good stuff. I appreciate it."

"They're good flicks," he assures her, smirking now. "If you like a lot of action, and a flawed but ruggedly handsome hero who gets the job done more by luck than judgment."

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Sally's grin gets a little wider. This she can handle better than not knowing when it's time to go home.

"My best mate Kathy made me watch a science fiction trilogy last year. Called, em, Galactic Battles? No, Star Wars. I rather took a fancy to the pilot of the smuggling ship."


[ooc: couldn't resist, sorry. I ♥ your Indy, btw.]

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah?"

Indy perks up even more at that comment, and adds a degree or two to his already roguish smirk.

"I've met him. He comes here sometimes. He's alright, I guess. A bit cocky though."



[OOC: Quite alright. I'm loving this! And thanks. Your Sally is brill too :D]

[lovesoldthings.livejournal.com]

Sally's eyes widen a moment later, obviously comparing her memory of Han Solo with the bartender in front of her.

"You aren't . . . related to him?" This would be her first encounter with patrons who look like each other. Or, at least, look like certain rougish smugglers.

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"No. But you've no idea how many times I've been mistaken for Han by his future family members and friends around here. We just look-a-like, and the same guy plays us in the two separate trilogys—some feller called Harrison Ford."

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"Him I've heard of. Played Jack Ryan twice from those Tom Clancy spy thrillers. Kathy has--had--a large movie collection." Not that Sally paid much attention to the modern half.

"If it's any consolation, Mister Jones, you seem far more likeable." Sally? Has had it up to here with aliens recently.

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"Heh, thanks. It is. And... I am," Indy says, affecting a little swagger to go along with his cavalier comment. What was that about Han's cockiness?

"And it's Doctor Jones, actually. But, please, less with the formal approach. We're all friends here. Indy will do just fine."

[lovesoldthings.livejournal.com]

That does not go unnoticed by the blonde, but she'll let it pass in the spirit of getting along with the man who knows how to make a toddy properly.

Which she takes a sip from.

"Doctor Jones. Indy." Pause. "A real pleasure to meet you."

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"Likewise," Indy replies, bringing the sexy charm back again. He leans forward onto the counter, resting on his forearms.

"So tell me, Sally, what do you do back in London, 2007? And what brings you here, or keeps you here?"

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Sally glances down long enough to extract the digital camera from inside her coat and places it on the table. "I'm a photographer."

Her forehead furrows slightly. "And my front door brought me here, same as it did the first time -- I was here less than a month ago. Currently, I'm Bound."

Sodding door.

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"Ah. Happens to the best of us," Indy says as he visually inspects the camera. "Inconvenient, but there's usually a reason for it... though it might not be apparent at the time."

Or ever.

"What kind of photography?" he tangents. "Press, paparazzi, art?"

[lovesoldthings.livejournal.com]

The camera is a Kodak (http://www.kodak.com/eknec/PageQuerier.jhtml?pq-path=6433&pq-locale=en_US&_requestid=8770), perfect for just wandering around and snapping whatever takes her fancy.

"Funerals, weddings, that sort of thing. I don't chase down celebrities." Sally purses her lips briefly. "The plan is to start my own small studio someday. That's my passion."

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"Tonight might just be your lucky night," Indy reveals. "Turns out there's a wedding (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/18795503.html?thread=792087535#t792087535) scheduled to take place here in about a month. Lesbian deal, one dead, one still alive. And they're looking for a photographer."

"I can probably get you the gig if you want it... and if you can commit yourself to being around then."

[lovesoldthings.livejournal.com]

It's on the tip of Sally's tongue to brush the offer away. That she knows she'll be going home any day now, and there is a life to pick back up.

But then the woman thinks about it. Going home right now will bring up memories of Kathy, especially in the form of her brother, that Sally isn't sure she can deal with coherently.

And, really, that's what decides her. "I'd have to talk to the client myself, might not be exactly what she's looking for. But, yes. I could commit."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Okay."

"I've taken a catering order from one of the brides. Her name's Willow Rosenberg. She's the living half, and she was the one who mentioned needing a photographer, so I guess that'd make her the client."

"Leave her a note offering your services, maybe? With some kind of portfolio. She seems pretty computer savvy, so digital format will probably be okay if that's what you work with." For a guy from the late 1930s, Indy is surprisingly familiar with twenty-first century technologies. It comes from three and half years of life in Milliways.

"You can then arrange a meeting if she's interested."