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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Indy's room]

* Huffing and puffing, Indy struggles downstairs, supporting himself on the banister and lurching between empty chairs and tables once he gets to the main floor. Hobbling pathetically, he reaches the bar and eventually manages to drag himself up onto a stool. He catches the eye of the nearest wait-rat and wheezes his order breathlessly *

Jeeeesus! You'd better make this worth my effort. Triple Jack, and leave the bottle.

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[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde glances over at him. He's at the bar...with a bottle Coke...and a cigarette... I know I've written this out twenty times tonight, I should've just written a goddamn entrance post.

"Hey Indy, man. I'll help you out with that bottle if you need it." He nods, very serious-like. "That's what friends are for."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Still breathing rather heavily *
That's a very generous offer Mr Hyde. But I think I can manage. But, hey... I don't mind a bit of company though.

* he looks at the bottle, then at Hyde, then at himself, still panting *
Ahhh, what the hell. Help yourself. What've you been up to?

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"Awesome," Hyde grins, scooting over. "Hey Ratboy, we'll need another glass." He snaps his fingers at one of them. The rat squeaks in annoyance. Hyde doesn't like the rats and they don't like him.

Then Hyde gives Indy the good once-over. "What the hell's going on with you, man? You look like shit." He shrugs. "No offense, but you do."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* he gives Hyde a flat look *
Thanks. It comes with the territory. You take three bullets and see how you look when you've had them...

* he wiggles his fingers *

..."magically" removed using your own damn energy.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"Whoa." That sounds so impressive. Hyde picks up the glass, once the rat brings it over, and starts to fill it up. "You're not getting off without telling me that story, man."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Um... ok. Like I said, I got shot. Three times.

* he swigs from his glass *
It was last Thursday, back in my own world. Hell of a Cristmas present.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, man, but why'd you get shot?"

Hyde takes a swig and winces a little. It's a good wince, and he admires the bottle lovingly. "Oh yeah. It's been too long."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* Indy remembers that look. He grins and swills some more of his own glass, without change in his facial expression *

Ahhh.

Well... to be honest, I'm not too sure. One second I'm lugging a hundred-weight of shopping bags down the street with my friend Marion, and the next I'm being held at gun point by two Nazi's. I think it's the girl. She has something of her late father's that the Germans have taken an interest in. They aren't very subtle when they want something bad enough.

Anyway... long story short. We tried to escape and I got cut down by a third German with a machine gun while trying to save the girl.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"See, man, that's why you never try to save the girl." Hyde shakes his head and takes another drink, this time without wincing.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*blinks* Are you all right?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* he smiles as he tries to regain his breath *

Heh. It doesn't look good I'm guessing. It doesn't feel too good either. But hey. I'm here. And that's what counts.

* he knocks back a measure of bourbon as if to prove his point in some bizarre way *

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*looks confused* What happened -- were you attacked by something? An elephant?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Um... sure. Elephants. No. Close. But definitely no. Bullets if you must know.

* he eyes her *
Who are you?

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*possibly disappointed to hear that it was not elephants* Oh, sorry. I'm Anthy Himemiya. Pleased to meet you. Who are you?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* he looks her over *
So you're Anthy. Meg's told me a lot about you.

* simply *
I'm Indy. Want something to drink? 'Cause I'm buying, in case that wasn't obvious.

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

About me? What did she tell you?

Thank you, but I'm fine. *gestures to the teacup* I don't need more than this.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

* he runs a finger around the rim of his own glass idly *
She just told me a few stories. About how she won you in a duel and how she's engaged to you and how you have to do everything she says even though she hates it when you do.

[locks_it_up]

From down the bar, Death smirks at him. It's an amused sort of smirk.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* he catches the eye contact and raises an eyebrow. Its the eyebrow on the other side of his face though. So Death probably doesn't see it. He turns his head a touch and looks pretty much like this icon. Observing darkly. Yes. *

[locks_it_up]

"Hi, Indy. You feeling any better?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Hi there. I guess... a little bit. Still pretty weak though. But at least I made it down here in one piece...

* he warily eyes the office chair he used last night, which has now been turned up the right way, and is just another bar furnishing at one of the nearby tables *

[locks_it_up]

"Good. You should probably be resting. Most people don't get to the borders of my realm and back on their feet that quickly."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* he blinks as the words sink in. It's not that improbable... but deities have been the limits of his fraternization in the bar so far. This is a whole 'nuther kettle of fish... as it were *

[locks_it_up]

She smiles at him as it sinks in.

It's odd. She really doesn't look that scary. She looks like an old friend.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

* He tilts his head — the shock slowly blurring into curiousity *

Um... do you need anything from the bar?

* he peers down the counter, trying to see if she has a drink already. Because, well, buying Death a drink seems like the right thing to do, given recent circumstances and all *