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Rory walks into the bar, looking a little tired but glad.

Classes were back in and they were going decently so far.

Now if there was someone here who would buy her a sorely needed drink.

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"Hm... neat. Sort of like a portable radio I guess. They must be hellish expensive though. Do you have one?" he asks with interest.

" No, they are expensive, couple hundreds of dollars but they are every at Yale. Big surprise there. "

He chuckles. "Yeah... no kiddin'"

Of course a couple of hundred dollars is a big deal to even someone as rich as Indy. he decides to shelve future talk for the moment and sups deeply from his drink.

"So what do you like to do for fun Rory?"

" Fun? Oh, lots of stuff; read, listen to music, hang out with Paris as long as she's not mopy...and the usual college fun things. "

"Favorite food?" he replies, wondering if it is apparent he is surreptitiously using her mother's twenty questions game on her.

" Any food. "

And yes it is somewhat apparent, but she is willing to play along for the moment.

(ooc: Slowtime? My pillow is calling me. )

"If you're anything like your mom than you'll share her coffee addiction I guess, so I'll skip that one. Um... most interesting place you've traveled to?" he continues.

[OOC: sure...]

" I do, she instilled it while I was in the womb. "

She smiles and thinks for a minute.

" All of Europe was entertaining but the most interesting place, I must say was Prague. Beautiful city and very traditional yet so very diverse at the same time. "

(ooc: mun is using own experience here which would be why she's not mentioning Paris or any other well-known European city....may throw in Vienna if it gets mentioned. )

"Ahhh Prague," he recalls fondly, forgetting the line of questioning for now.

"Did some counter espionage work there during the War and spent a night in lock-up. I still remember the ridiculous bureaucracy at the Ministries when I was trying to file the release form. Damned Form 27-B." Indy still fumes a little at the recollection.

"I met Franz Kafka there you know? He was working at the Ministry of Insurance at the time. He helped me get all the paperwork done. Shit, without him I'd probably still be there."

She gapes.

" You met Kafka? "

She shakes her head, still trying to wrap that idea.

" The beaucracies not changed much but well, that would be Czech for you. "

He grins at her. "I've met a lot of people dear. I'm pretty well-traveled you know. S'what comes of being dragged half way round the world during your childhood. I didn't have a regular upbringing, but I met some important folk."

"Um... let's see... Puccini, Theodore Roosevelt, Ned Lawrence, Howard Carter, Tolstoy, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle... all before I was 15."

She would be drooling if she could at this point.

" That is not fair..."

"No it wasn't actually," he replies grimly.

"I'd rather have been playing ball or hanging out with my friends to be honest. But dad had his work... and I had my nanny. I guess looking back, I wouldn't trade in those experiences for the world. But at the time... it sucked."

" Perspectives change as you get older. I guess in a way I should be mad at my mom for leaving her parents when she had me but I'm not. We didn't need the money and we were better off."

"Your mom's full of good decisions," he smirks.

" Yeah, she usually is. "

She grins.

Indy laughs and knocks a good measure of his whisky back. "Yeah... usually. I'm not quite sure she realizes what's she's got herself into wiht me though."

He smiles to show he wasn't inferring anything bad about himself. "You know I'll be good to her right?"

" I know."

A mock evil eye.

" Because if you don't...a world of hurt is heading your way. I have connections."

"Oh yeah... I've already had a taste of some of that 'hurt'," he snickers. "How is the prankster kid working out for you anyway?"

She smiles.

" Decently, I may have to talk to him about Hyde... "

"Yeah... I suppose. You see it going anywhere?" he probes further.

She frowns, distracted.

" See what going anywhere? "

"You and George whatisname..." he clarifies with a raised eyebrow. "Why, who d'you think I meant?"

" Weasley. "

She waves off the other question, it didn't need an answer.

" How should I know? I'm twenty and full of life."

He smiles fondly. "That you are. Make them the best years of your life kid... 'cause that's what college is all about. No regrets."

"I'm 38 and I don't regret a thing... and that reminds me..." He looks down, apprently searching for something around his stool. "Now where did I leave my cane?"