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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indiana Jones sits at the bar: cool, calm… collected. Or perhaps quiet, introspective and pissed off.

What's new about that?
Well, for a start, there's no alcohol in sight. Coffee seems to be his friend though.

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[alas_alas]

A hand reaches over and takes the hat off his head and puts it on another. Echo smiles at him from under the rim.

"Hi!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A weak smile greets her. "Hello Echo dear. How've you been?"

[alas_alas]

"I'm wonderful, actually."

She tilts her head, causing the hat to slide. "What's wrong?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Oh, nothing. I'm just... thinking."

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*Garion wanders over carefully. He'd seen Aunt Pol looking like that a few times, quiet like that. Carefully, so as not to be a bother, he sits next to Indy and leans onto the bar, bored and concerned. He looks over after a minute.*

Are you all right, Goodman Jones?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Evenin' Garion," Indy says with a nod. "Me? I'm fine. Just... thinking."

"Was the room ok?"

[wellthrownstone.livejournal.com]

*Garion looks around and nods*

Yes, the room was fine. It was nicer than most of the inns we stayed at before. Aunt Pol would have been really pleased to have seen the tub in there.

*but he hadn't used it, because Aunt Pol wasn't actually THERE to make him*

*he peers at Indy*

You look like your thinking. That's how Grandfather used to look, and Aunt Pol, when they were thinking about things they didn't think anyone else would be able to understand.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"How about women?" he offers simply. "And what an ass I am when I get drunk."

[mnt_mike]

There's a very distinct Woooosh noise. No not the sound of flying, the sound of someone actually saying, "Wooooosh", as Mike flies over head.

In a full lotus position he sets down in an open chair.

"Hiya."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Momentarily stirred from his doleful contemplation, Indy laughs at the entrance. "Mikey... you can fly now?"

[mnt_mike]

"Shhhh. Say nothing. It's a SEE-cret."

He grins.

"Nah, seriously though...you don't remember?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He throws his hands up. "I can't remember shit. Certainly don't remember seeing you... not since Saturday. You had duck shorts."

His amusement turns into bewilderment.

[balletrat]

*Mike can't fly, maybe. But guess who can?

A purple dragon comes and lights on a stool next to Indy.*

'lo, Indy.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy stares and gets to his feet, a little startled at first, but the voice and greeting are familiar. He continues to squint at the small creature curiously.

"Meg?"

[balletrat]

Nice call.

*The dragon cocks its head.* You look a bit depressed.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Me? No... I'm fine. Just, kinda still recovering from the party."

Indy shakes his head with a sigh and flops back onto his stool. "Dragons, butterflies, centaurs. Whatever next?"

He offers the coffee pot and an empty mug. "You still got the same tastes? It's a bit cold, but I'm sure you can warm it somehow."

[the_lioness]

*After her conversation with Val, Alanna looks over and spies Indy with... coffee? This can't be good. Concerned, she wanders over.*

Good evening, Indy. *She stares meaningfully at his cup.* Either you're still hungover or you're brooding.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He gives a half-hearted smile. "Not... really... just thinking about stuff. Would you like to join me?"

[the_lioness]

I would love to. *She peers at him as she sits down and orders a coffee.* What are you thinking about?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm... just stuff. How did you like the cider?" he asks with a slight raise of his eyebrow.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde appears from somewhere and sits down beside him - his own aura rather a mirror of Indy's own.

"Oh, how the tables have turned," he deadpans.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Whatcha talking about kid?" Indy grunts.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"I'm talking about you sitting there all pensive while the last time I saw you you were telling me to lighten up or it would kill you. Oh yeah, and you were in a Speedo."

Hyde digs his cigarettes and lighter out of his jeans and tosses them on the counter.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"When am I not pensive?" he replies dryly. "I was drunk. Now I'm not. Good to see you've cheered up a bit though. Beer?"

[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

It would be stupid to assume they'd never see each other. But nonetheless, she is still surprised when she sees him sitting there at the bar. She stares at his back a moment, sadly. Maybe even a bit longingly, but damned if she'd ever admit that outloud.

So, after a few seconds, she leaves the bar without speaking to him. Seems best that way. Especially after tonight.