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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy is at de boozer enjoyin' a chilled jar av porter, don'cha no. Aft'r anutta day spent spreadin' de ward aboyt 'is upcomin' party, 'e's foinally takin' a break. An' waaat better way ter relax on a day av Gaelic 'ooley, than wi' a rapid Oirish bru, from Oirlan'.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

"Greetings."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Evenin' Romana. Care for a stout by way of token celebration, even though you probably have less connection to the Irish than I do."

"And I have none."

He smiles and pats the nearby stool.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

She blinks and then realizes what he's talking about. "Oh right. That ridiculous day when you celebrate the horrid man who killed all the pagans in Ireland. Only you refer to them as snakes."

She sits down and smiles a little. "I'll have a stout though. I like Ireland."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Marvellous."

A casual wave of his hand in the girl's direction causes a glass of fine porter to appear before her, with the requisite charge increasing his deficit on the tab board. The glass has a green tint, and the top of the drink has been poured to leave a shamrock shape in the creamy head.

"Cheers."

He takes a healthy gulp of his own.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

"Cheers."

Romana looks at the shamrock for awhile and then downs her's.

"This must get dull. Don't you have games you play? Like Snakes and Ladders?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He looks a bit perplexed by the divergent line of questioning. "You mean... chutes and ladders? It's not that bad... I like socializing. And sometimes I read... the Bar will give you Her suggestion if you ask for a book normally."

"And, um... the bar has any board game you might like to play. I personally enjoy a good game of backgammon occasionally. But She's too good for me. Ace is much better competition."

He snickers.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_romana_/]

"I mean on St. Patrick's Day. Shouldn't we be trying to catch lepercuans or drinking Shamrock shakes?"

"Backgammon is a fun game. I always could beat the Doctor." Because games are always more fun if you win.

She grins. "Ace isn't all that skilled at Backgammon, I take it?"

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

... and the door blows open, revealing a familiar petite form.

She's in skintight red shorts, platforms and a silky blue top, complete with shades and her hair braided out of her face.

Shady saunters over to the bar, ass swaying to the beat she left behind, and slides onto a stool next to Indy.

She lowers her glasses a little and smirks.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy's lip curls wickedly. "And so she returns. The elf of my wildest fantasies. Right here, on the very stool next to me."

He chuckles. "Hiya Shady."

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

"Hey baby," she purrs, crossing one slender leg over the other.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Lookin'... mighty fine there hon. I like the look. Want a Guinness?"

His brow furrows and he tries to explain.

"It's a sort of celebration of Irish stuff today... and... well... shit..."

"Ireland's a country in my world where legend said that some Saint chased all the snakes away. And they celebrate it by drinking a lot once a year. And lot's of other countries use the opportunity to vainly claim some sort of Irish heritage. But it's just an excuse to get trashed really."

"Guinness is the traditional drink of the Irish. It's a stout. Dark, thick and bitter... with a creamy head."

He takes a breath.

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

Shady takes off the aviators and leans against the bar, smiling.

"Any excuse to drink is fine with me, especially if it's a festival day. And if you'd like to buy this lady a Guiness you know she wouldn't complain."

She winks.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Good deal," he says, rapping his knuckles on the counter happily. Six pints of black stuff appear one after another in time to his absent knocking on the bartop. He blinks.

"Oops. I think She read too much into that," he says with a sheepish grin, sliding a couple of glasses over to her.

"Damn it's good to see you again. How've you been lass?"

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

"Better than ever, my friend," she says, taking a long sip of one of the glasses and sighing contentedly.

"Now that's something to send home for. Are you still with the lovely Lorelai, or have you been sowing a few of those oats?"

[xweapon.livejournal.com]

Logan comes from behind and helps himself to Indy's table.
He's carrying two brown beer bottles in one hand, and a cigar with another bottle in the other.
Adjusting his flight jacket, he seats himself unceremoniously...
"You were drunk the last time I saw you, junior."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy regards the man lazily. Hell, he has no reason to disbelieve.

"Um... I prefer Indy... but what you say is probably true. You'll have to forgive me, for my memories of that night were obviously erased in the process. I don't recall your name, though your face seems familiar."

[xweapon.livejournal.com]

Logan finally notices the conversation with the girl, and now this other guy's come along; and he smell a bit too much like sulphur for Logan's tastes ( well, a the moment anyway).
"Well, yer busy. I'll catch you in another dozen years."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Alright..." Indy says, trailing off with a touch of bewilderment. "I'll probably still be right here on this very same stool."

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Cole takes a stool near Indy's and leans over the bar. "Bar, I would love to have a good Irish beer." A mug of Guiness appears, and Cole hefts it to take a draught. From over the rim of the mug, he sees Indy.

"Indiana, right? Haven't seen you here in a while."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks over and nods. "Hey Cole. Yeah... it's been a while. What's new?"

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

"Not much, really. There's a few of us trying to find a way for me to get rid of my demon half, but it's hit a few snags so there's no telling when it'll actually happen. How about you?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Quiet for the most part. Missed all the action with the invading monsters. Just been hanging out in my room... uh... suite."

He scratches his head. "I was letting Mike, the giant ninja turtle, crash on my floor a few weeks ago, and Bernard arranged for us to have a two bedroom suite. It came with a load of modern technology... TV, DVD player, stereo... the works. So I've been genning up on future culture. Future for me at any rate."

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

Cole nods. "I missed all the monster action as well. Can't say I'm unhappy about it though. I think I had my share of monsters while I was living."

"Sounds like you've got a nice set-up. What's it like being roommates with a giant turtle?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Not as weird as it sounds actually. He's a riot most of the time, at least before he started this cross-dressing lark." Indy shudders a little at the horrible recurring images.

"And he's a helluva cook when he can be bothered."

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

"You know, I've always wondered what turtles eat. I guess with him it's not all kelp, is it?"