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Indy re-enters through the back door with Faith. After thanking the slayer, he makes his way to the bar unaccompanied, still clutching his jaw. His chin is swollen on the left side, the murky signs of deep bruising starting to show through his stubble there.

He eases onto a stool and eyes the rows of liquor opposite.

"Ice. In a bucket preferably. And... more tea."

He takes a handful of ice from the container when it arrives, laying the pieces in his handkerchief, wrapping them up and tentatively pressing them to his cheek.

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Hyde, sitting at the bar, looks over from his contemplation at the fucked up explorer.

"What the hell happened to you, man?"

"You don' wanna know," Indy mumbles. "Sorry. It hurts to talk."

He sips tentatively at his iced tea through a straw after applying a packet of sweetner.

"Pissed someone off. You know how it goes."

"Yeah. That's why you always gotta go two-on-one, man."

Hyde smirks a little. "I'd buy you a beer, but if I could I'd already be drinking one."

Indy's eyes say that he's trying to grin, but his mouth refuses to oblige. Nevertheless, Hyde gets his beer while Indy sticks with his tea.

"Bit of advice for you. Careful what you say to the Valkrie. She's got some iritable little friends."

Hyde takes a pull off the bottle and raises a brow at Indy.

"Oh yeah, man? What's that all about?"

Now Indy leans in, his turn to be the conspiratorial one. It doesn't really have the same effect with a big handkerchief full of ice clamped onto your face however.

"Don't go blabbing this around ok. I've had enough trouble because of my loose lips already."

"But, basically, I know stuff about the Valkyrie and told her boy, thinking he would already know. It caused a bit of strife, and that little shadow Prince feller—Arithon—got a bit pissy about it all. So I let him take a shot, rather than duel the old-fashioned way."

"Uh huh..."

Hyde seems dubious, and a bit detached perhaps, but he leans in to listen, his hands folded on his chest.

Indy leans back a little and furrows his brow at Hyde's continued expectancy.

"What? Shit kid, I'm not telling no-one else what I actually said. Go read about it if you wanna know. Suffice to say I just fucked things up for her and her guy."

But Hyde by this point seems less interested in the drama and more in the reading part.

"You mean...books about Valkyries, or Norse mythology or whatever, they'd have dirt on Svava in 'em?" Well duh, Hyde. Course they would. Why didn't you think about that before?

"Then maybe whatshisname would've found out on his own eventually. You shouldn't beat yerself up for it." Hyde looks him over again. "Well, I guess he kinda beat you to it, but...y'know."

"Arithon isn't her guy, and I'm not sure why I let him take a shot. Fucker has magic and used it to get a real doozy in. Dislocated my jaw."

"He's just close to her I guess. Now the old dead sailor, Archie. He's the one who I fucked really. And Svava. I feel like such a dumb ass. She's a lovely girl."

Hyde narrows his eyes.

"Well, whatcha gonna do about it? Apologize? Girls seem to like that sort of thing. Or I guess you could talk to Archie, if you were really feeling noble.

"As for this Arithon guy, I say you give him a Purple Nurple, man."

"Ah... you know what? This is just an ass of a week. I already talked to Svava about it. Archie, well, he can figure it out one way or another. I don't really know the guy."

"Prince Angry? He can just keep the hell away from me. I didn't much like the type of magic he seemed to be wielding. There was something dark about him."

Hyde nods, his lips scrunched up in that way he has when something smells bad to him. Though he obviously enjoys the phrase 'Prince Angry.'

"You know what you need, man?"

He claps him on the shoulder. "A nice visit from Sparky the Wonder Bowl."

Hawkins eventually came over, after staring a distant expression for some time.

"You right?"

Indy turns. "Sure, as long as you aren't planning on adding to the pain."

Hawkins stared at his damaged jaw, concernedly. He was becoming far too lax in the keeping of his secret. "How long that been there?"

Indy adjusts the ice pack a little, trying to numb as much of the area as possible.

"Couple of minutes... why? You got the healing juju? I sure could use some."

Ben didn't respond with words, unless semi-stunned silence counted as a word.

"S'it broken or nothin'?"

"Dislocated I reckon... ungh..." he winces as a tough word forces him to open his mouth too wide. "...But Faith popped it back in. Just bruised with a beat up joint now I guess."

He regards the lad. "I'm Indiana by the way. Indiana Jones."

There's a hand offered if Ben wanted to shake.

Ben took it, although he had paused slightly before doing so. "Hawkins." He decided to let this one heal on its own. He mentaly reprimanded himself for being so loose-lipped about his secret and decided to not let just any ol' person know, in the future.

Indy didn't assume Ben had healing powers. He just knows many people do in the bar.

"Haven't seen you around. Been here long?"

Ben nodded. "Few days all together."

Indy nods back with a slightly pained expression. "Stuck, visiting or dead?"

"Visiting." A long pause. "You?" As Indy might have noticed, Hawkins is not terribly social.

"I'm bound. But originally I'm from 1930's America."

He sniffs, a curt conversation isn't a problem since long sentences hurt his mouth anyway.

"Your style of dress looks vaguely familiar. Are you from a similar time?"