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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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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!"

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

"I'm wonderful, actually."

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

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

She reaches over and pats him on the head.

"About?"

He chuckles ever so slightly at her persistence, reaching up and adjusting the fedora on her head. "There, much better."

He has pulled the hat down so the shadow of the brim covers her eyes. He smiles but says nothing else.

*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?

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."

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

"Was the room ok?"

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

She pushes the rim back up so that she can see him, and pout-glares at him.

"You didn't answer me."

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

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

'lo, Indy.

He sniffs. "No. I didn't. Just a little problem. My fault. I'll deal with it."

"It's good to see you though. Come... sit... like a Guinness?" he pulls out a stool, happy for the company.

*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.

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

He grins.

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

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?"

She leans over and gives him a big hug. "I'm sorry that you have a problem."

Still hugging him, she nods at the cup on the bar. "I already have something, but thanks anyway."

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.

He shrugs. "Did you go to the lake party? I didn't see you there."

"Then again, I don't remember a lot of it. You could say we went skinny dipping together on Sunday night and I wouldn't be able to deny you."

She blinks, sitting down next to him.

"Lake party? No, I was in Tokyo, I guess. When was it? Skinny dipping?"

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

"Really? Wow, you musta been really out of it. I mean, if it's one thing I expect people to pick up on it's being flown around by...well by me!"

"Oh... ok. Hmmm, it was a few days ago. Some of the magical people warmed the lake and made it all sunny. It was a fun time. I guess I missed you."

He smirks.

"And skinny dipping... is uh... swimming... naked."

"Huh? I flew with you? Shit... I'd have thought even I'd have remembered that. You're right. Crap. I wonder what else I did."

"You want that list itemized with bullets or numbers?"

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