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Abigail is brave enough tonight to go down to the bar. Seems she's done a bit of drinking up in her room. She doesn't look too great. But...she's downstairs. Meaning she's...not too bad. She orders a beer. And some pizza. She'll need some help to prepare herself if certain people show up in the bar.

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Indy scratches his head.

"You aren't pathetic, but that's quite a dilemma."

"You could leave him a note? And some people find that time travels faster in other worlds than it does here. You may only be gone for a few hours to anyone who is here."

"Why can't he just come home? I mean...back. He is home...why did he have to leave me that damn note? Who fucking does that, Doc? Who fucks with people's heads that way?"

"Um, dunno," Indy says distractedly, thinking how a note didn't seem that bad. He hadn't left Marion with as much all those years ago.

"If he loved me he coulda had the fucking balls to say it...not write it down and dissappear! And now it hurts. If he'd just left it wouldn't have hurt...but it hurts now..."

"I'm sure he'll be back. Why leave a note otherwise? Just be patient."

"I would come back," he adds in an effort to comfort her.

"Yeah well...I'm sick of it fucking hurting all the time. I have enough to hurt I didn't need this too. And I wish I'd never met him and he'd never shown me that things could be okay and not so painful...only to just leave and make it worse and yeah he said he'd come back but maybe he won't and maybe he just can't. Maybe he's stuck back home and will never come back."

Her jaw is set and it's obvious she's trying very very hard not to break down.

Indy looks a little helpless, wondering if a hug would be appropriate. "Well, I don't know the guy. But he sounds genuine and I'm sure he's trying to get back."

"Um... in the meantime, you can hang out with me anytime you like. Maybe we could go kill some vampires together, or at the very least, you could teach me some of those moves you've got. And let me shoot that bow of yours."

"No one touches my bow. No one. I string it, I fix it...all of it by myself. It's been touched by one another person, the person who made it. No. But if the bar'll give you one I'll teach you how to use it."

He pouts a little. "Fair enough, I guess. Weapons are personal."

With a dismissive sniff Indy pours some more coffee.

"Like I said, I'll teach you, you just can't play with mine. And apparently I need to learn how to not play with other people's things. LIke other people's men. I'm still pissed at your ex girl about that bullshit."

"Don't be. I'm just glad it all came out when it did. I'll miss her, but it saved me some bigger upset later on. I'm damned if I'm going to have my friends play second fiddle to someone who can't even be around that much."

"And... by the way, it was more like three seconds. And very nice they were too."

"I've practiced a lot." She shrugs. "Maybe I need to go find some random guy to screw. That's the thing that makes me forget. Of course then I just feel even worse after."

"Yeah. Not sure I'd recommend that, and... I'd steer clear of Raph as well if I were you. His girl's not one to get on the wrong side of."

"I think I'm gonna keep myself off the booze and try not to do anyone, um... anything random for a while either."

He observes the look she gives him.

"Yeah, I know, good luck with that Doc."

"I wasn't hitting on Raph! I swear to fucking God I wasn't! And his girl...his girl isn't someone that needs to meet me. ever. Because if she does she's gonna end up killing me. And maybe that wouldn't be so bad...and maybe both of us should swear off random sex for awhile."

Indy considers the offer and holds his hand out to shake on it. "Deal! Wanna wager who'll fuck up first?"

"Yes. Then I won't do it. What're the terms? What do I get when I win?"

"Dunno. A hundred bucks? And if I win... I get to shoot your bow."

"You know that could be a bit ambiguous there, Doc. But fine, you're on."

She holds out her hand. "So is it first to have actual penetration sex or...broader rules than that?"

"Broader... I'd say even kissing is out. And that includes your own sex."

"You're not funny. Just so you know. But fine...no kissing, nothing. And we both have to be honest about it. Okay?"

"I'm as honest as the day is long," he admits with a smirk. "I've got the distinct advantage of having a giant turtle sleeping on my floor as well. Not gonna be any romatic liaisons in my room for a while."

"Well I just have a huge dose of willpower. So take that, Doctor Jones. You're gonna be kicking yourself soon." She pushes his shoulder.

He checks her right back, playfully. "Don't count your chickens. You never know when the next Polly's gonna pop up and requisition you."

He's having a tad too much fun with this.

"Oh go fuck yourself."

She shakes her head. "And get used to it because that's all you're gonna be doing for awhile."

"No doubt," he chuckles.

"However, I will concede you can do whatever you like when your guy comes back. That's only fair."

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