milliways_bar | Bartending!

Entry tags:

Bartending!

Claire steps behind the bar, Seth sleeping in a baby sling around her neck. She wipes down the bar's surface and straightens the extra glasses, smiling at Charlie playing guitar in the corner.

"What can I get you?"

[[ooc: 6:45 EST: Wrap or slow-time from here on out, please *bats eyelashes*]]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Oh," She frowns a bit. "I didn't even think to ask. Would you prefer he not be there?"

He grins. "I don't mind at all. Seems like he's something of a bar baby anyway."

She relaxes with a smile. "He's pretty good, I promise. If gets too fussy I'll take him to our room."

She wipes down the counter with a towel. "So how long have you been here, Indiana?"

"Long enough. Going on seven months now... and you can call me Indy... it's ok."

He chuckles. "Not a movie goer, huh?"

"I went to movies before I came here." She smiles curiously. "Why?"

"Oh... no reason," he says with an innocent smile. "I was just wondering where you'd heard my name."

"You're an Aussie I take it... from the accent... and you used to live on that island with Charlie and Sawyer, right? Are you bound, or do you just prefer the bar to the beach?"

"I don't think the beach is a very good place to raise a baby do you?" She smiles sadly. "Although some have argued a bar isn't either."

She refills his coffee and shrugs. "And Charlie told me you were dating Lorelai. That's about all I know about you, except that you live with Mike."

"Well... that's about all there is to know about me since I've lived at Milliways. I lead a quiet and peaceful existence in my suite with the giant fun-loving turtle."

He continues after a short pause for snickering and more coffee.

"Before I came here I was a professor of archeology in New York of 1937. I also did some commission recovery work for museums—obtaining some of the rarer and more priceless antiquities from round the world for their collections."

"Explorer, adventurer... treasure hunter. I've been called a lot of things."

"That sounds incredible." She sighs fondly. Everybody here's done so much more travelling than she has.

"What's the most interesting thing you've done?"

"Aside from winding up in a bar where the universe is constantly ending? Aside from meeting gods, vampires, demons and dating a muse? Aside from traveling to the future with Lorelai? And aside from discovering and getting to grips with all the literature and media culture that occurs after my own time."

He thinks.

"My adventures pale in comparison to what I've experienced here," he opines, trying to buy a little time to come up with something suitably 'interesting'.

She nods with a smile. "I guess this place does beat everything else. I just wish I'd had the opportunity to travel more before I came here. There's a lot of ordinary things I would have like to have seen."

Indy nods, a little distracted by his continued thought.

"Naturally the time I served in the Great War was interesting. And I rescued a dragon from the Japanese army once."

He says this so matter-of-factly that one might think that dragons were commonplace in his time.

"Recently... well recently in terms of my world... I've had a run of nasty entanglements with the German army. I did find the Ark of the Covenant though, and I kept those Nazi's from taking over the world with its power... sort of."

"It kinda helped itself... truth be told."

"Wow. That's. . . you've done a lot." Her eyes widen. "I didn't realize anyone had ever found the Ark of the Covenant. I thought it was all a myth."

"Myth's have to start somewhere and most end up being based on a lot of hard fact from the past... though not necessarily truth. That's what archeology really is... the search for fact."

"Believe it or not, the Ark showed up here a while back. I'm not sure where it is now... but it's probably safer than when it was just sitting on the bartop."

"It was just sitting here?" She boggles and then says fondly. "This place is so weird."

She pats the bar lovingly.

"Turns out that an explorer from after my time, a lady by the name of Croft, had been using it as a coffee table for some time."

"Bloody private collectors," he mutters, still harboring some lasting irritation over that revelation.

"A coffee table?" She makes a face. "That sort of thing belongs in a museum so everyone can see it."

"EXACTLY!" he bemoans loudly, "I like the way you think."

He sulks into his coffee for a few moments.

"So what did you do before the plane crash?"

She looks embarrassed. "I, uh, I worked at diner."

He shrugs. "It might not be as exciting as 'super hero' or 'knight'. But, a job's a job. And we all need our daily intake of grease."

"I guess we do," she snorts. "So how long have you and Lorelai been toegther?"

"Oh, since just after Christmas. She's a real sweetheart."

He looks round the bar absently.

"She threw your shower right?"

"She did. I had only just met her too." She smiles. "Everyone seems to be that nice here. I've got so many things for me and the baby from people I don't even know."