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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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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?"

She raises an eyebrow

" A cane? What did you do that means you need a cane? "

"Hm? The cane? Oh... it was your mom's idea... she likes that kind of thing evidently," he smirks.

"Kidding! I was being facetitious about the age thing," he explains and quickly takes a drink to cover his sheepishness.

She laughs, relieved that nothing really happened.

" My mom is weird, I'm warning belatedly. "

"I know," he agrees with a grin. "But it's a good weird though. I'm certainly not complaining."

" Good, I'll keep that in mind. "

She spots her mom when she walks in...speak of the devil.

" Hey, It was good tlking to you. See you whenever? "

"Sure... you know where I am if you need a drink anytime." Indy wacthes Lorelai fondly for a few moments. "Tell her to come see me when you're through if you wouldn't mind."

She nods.

" Hey for free alchohol...I'll be a messenger girl. "

And she waves her mom over.

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