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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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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."

"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.

"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?"

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.

"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?"

"Ohhh... I see," he laughs. "Well, of all the amazing things that frequent this place, I don't think I've ever seen a leprachaun. Mind you, I think that's the whole point of their existence... not being seen."

"Ace? She tries hard. She's just unlucky with her rolls," he chortles.

"Which is why you lay out traps with gold." Silly man.

"I see. I'll have to challenge her to a game of backgammon then." Winks.

He shakes his head with a grin. "We can probably do better than that here. I met Iris a while back, greek goddess of rainbows."

"Hm. What will we make the traps themselves out of?"

"We could dig a hole and bait it with cereal?"

Lucky Charms may not have been invented by General Mills until 1963, but he's seen the commercials on the TV in his suite.

Romana nearly falls off her stool laughing.

"Where are we going to dig a hole?"

"Outside I guess." He stomps his foot on the floor, perhaps a little tipsy from the potent black stuff.

"I reckon these floorboards are a bit tough to dig through and I'm not sure Bernard would be happy to have a git big hole in his bar."

"...even if we did catch some leprachauns in it."

Someday or maybe Sunday, Romana is going to have a drinking contest with Indy. After all, games are fun when you can win.

"Probably not. And I still have to talk to him about my TARDIS as it is."

Curious. "Unless the leprachauns gave him a lot of money? Or would he still be upset even then?"

"Well, I think it's just the principle of someone hacking up the bar without his permission. I mean, there's enough mess with the renovations as it is."

"It's not like it couldn't be easily fixed by the magic users here... but... eh... I always figure it's a good idea not to rub the boss man up the wrong way."

Romana nods. She would feel the same way if someone made a hole in her TARDIS. Leprachauns or no.

She smiles. "I'd like to stay out of trouble as long as I'm able. Do you want to play backgammon instead?"

"Sure... I'd love to. But not right now. This party of ours is giving me some major logistical headaches and I'm not sure I could concentrate properly."

"Wouldn't wanna play without giving you a good run for your money," he explains.

She smiles. "Fair enough. Besides, I'd like it to be a challenge."

"What sort of logistical heaches do you have?"

"Space for one. Between Mike and I, we've invited almost half of the regulars here."

"I'm hoping the Bar will help us out if it gets too crowded. She tends to ensure that it never gets too packed in here... have you noticed?"

"Ah. That tiny logistical problem."

"Yes, She does. She's like my TARDIS."

He raises an eyebrow. "Hopefully She'll see fit to make our room accommodate everyone as necessary."

"And then there's the alcohol..."

"Probably."

"Alcohol is good. Why? Is there another logistical problem?""

"Well, we asked everyone to bring something. And we'll have some supplies on hand. But I'm not sure if I've figured it right. I don't want to run out."

"But I guess we can jsut run down here and get more if need be."

"And finally... there's Mike and his food plans. He seems set on providing the kind of things you would get a five year old's birthday party. Mini-weiners, cheese and pineapple on sticks, triangluar cut egg sandwiches."

He sighs. "I had to put my foot down... but I just have this suspicion that he's gonna pull a fast one on me... and bring all that stuff out when I'm not looking."

"I see.

But that is true. The bar has plenty. And if worst came to absolute worst, I know I have a wine cellar in my ship. Somewhere." If she can find it.

She chuckles. "It doesn't sound half-bad actually. I like pineapples on sticks."

"You would..." he snorts. "How about you just bring a box of crackers and I'll provide a wedge of cheese, and you can just go at it. Save us having to go to any effort at all."

His tongue pokes out between his teeth slightly.

Smirks. "I could just as easily bring my own wedge of cheese too."