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Rory unconsciously echoes his searching when she asks.

" I don't know...haven't had the chance to talk to her tonight. "

There was a bit of concern in her voice, she really hadn't had a chance to talk to her mom privately for a while.

He seems a little disappointed. "Ah well... guess she has responsibilities outside here. I shouldn't be so needy," he smirks.

" Well, she does run an entire inn. But she'll pop in whenever she can. "

She smiles.

" When I was sick and at home she would do that, anytime she could. "

He nods a little ruefully and tosse sback the rest of his drink. The glass is quickly refilled once it's returned to the counter.

"Um... I guess it's kinda wierd to talk to your mom's boyfriend without her being here?"

She shrugs.

" Not really, she dated one of my teachers for a little while...years ago. But don't tell her I told you. "

She smiles, thinking about Luke as well, hell she saw him a lot and still talked with him.

"Oh well... crap... now I don't feel special anymore," he says with a fake pout.

" Anyone dating mymom is special. "

A bright smile and she takes another sip of the drink.

" Especially when they buy my alchohol. "

"Well thank you Rory. That's a lovely thing to say. I shall attempt to maintain my status," he says and promptly orders a frozen daquiri, sliding the resulting balloon glass down to her with an amused expression.

She claps her hands.

" You are by far one of my favourites. "

He raises an inquisitive eyebrow. "One of...?"

" People. One of my favourite people. "

Yes, worming her way out of that one.

He looks distinctly unsatisfied with her response. "Uh huh."

But he let's it go.

"So... um... I talked to Hyde earlier."

She looks at him and frowns.

" Yeah about Hyde...not funny what you did. "

He rolls his eyes. "I swear... the pair of you... if you'd just look beneath the surface."

Another Scotch arrives as he finishes his current one.

"I wasn't trying to hook you up. I just thought you might enjoy each other's company. I like you both and I don't see why you couldn't get on."

Regretfully he adds, "but I am sorry he intruded on your date. Hope he didn't mess things up too badly."

She shrugs.

" It really wasn't so much Hyde as George and Fred. I must give him credit and say George did start it. "

"If you can get past his smart mouth you'll find he's a good enough kid."

He shrugs.

"Just saying."

" One, he's thirty years behind me in social behavior. Two, he's only been an ass so how would I know. and three, he's just weird. "

"You forgot four. He believes that he's not good enough for a nice girl like you. And you pretty much confirmed his suspicions. The whole smart ass thing is just a defense mechanism I think."

He inspects his fingernails absently.

"Sorry Rory. I see a different side to him sometimes. I was just trying to help him out with a friend or two. I'll tell him not to bother you anymore."

She deflates a little at the number four. She knew Dean had felt teh same way, seen it in his eyes at the party.

" Dammit Indy. "

She takes a swallow of her drink.

"Um... like I said... sorry. But hey... if he wanders over again, try talking to him about music or something. He seems really into all that wierd rock stuff from his time. Plays it all the time when we... uh... hang out in his room. And... he really likes his conspiracy theories."

More shrugs.

"Ah... whatever."

She smiles.

" I'll try, and music is something I can talk about usually. A rocker, I bet."

"I have absolutely no idea to tell you the truth. It's all just noise to me," he explains.

" You poor archaeologist. "

He nods sadly, playing to her mock sympathy. "I know... I need an education in this new fangled stuff."

" New fangled? Indy, there's so much stuff your head would explode and that wouldn't get you to computers and Ipods and the internet. "