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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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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.

"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?"

"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?"

"Uh... there was a little hiatus in our relationship after the party by the Lake... but we're back together now. Everything's good. And... let's see... do you know Mike? Giant turtle with a penchant for hot women, bad jokes and chocolate milkshakes."

She barely raises an eyebrow. "Giant turtle? Can't say that I do."

The first glass of Guiness is gone in record time and she turns to the second.

"Yeah... he's my room mate now. He's taken to wearing women's slothing at the moment. You can't really miss him," he says with a pained expression.

"Anyway, I was letting him crashing on my floor 'cause his brother kicked him out. So, Bernard gave us a suite. Pretty decent one actually. All modern stuff."

"A suite, hmm?" She looks impressed. "Have you broken in all the surfaces yet, or are there a few left unscathed so we can take advantage of your hospitality?"

He smirks roguishly. "We've been pretty good actually. Mike has this habit of popping up when he's least wanted... so we've kept to the bedroom mostly."

A thought occurs to him. "Umm... but speaking of hospitality... we're throwing a party on Sunday night if you wanna strut your stuff."

Shady chuckles and raises her glass. "You don't even have to ask, Indy. As long as there's plenty of alcohol to go around and a few new faces ... I'll be there."

She looks particularly pleased with herself.

"There'll be plenty of both," he beams.

"But bring a bottle of something if you don't mind. I've gone and invited half the bar, and our base of alcohol is looking like it might not stretch, even with Meg's absinthe and the generous donation of Olympian apple brandy from Eris."

"I'll bring Dragon's Blood. I'm sure a few of your guests will enjoy their first taste of real liquor," she says sweetly, giving him a smile that couldn't be mistaken for anything but evil.

"Oh dear..." he says with smile. "I get the feeling there's going to be some people not leaving the suite that night. I'd better grab some extra blankets... and buckets."

"Anyone who can hold it long enough to put those blankets to better use would be appreciated," she murmurs.

Oh, Shady.

"I'm sure Hyde'll be there," he suggests with a grin.

"I gotta tell you though... it's at least planned to start off as a sort of classy soiree. Not that Mike or I have ever hosted one. And Mike's insisting that all the women wear something 'slinky'. And in your case, he has my full backing."

She taps her chin and then strokes the bar with a delicate fingertip. "I'm sure she can provide me with something appropriate. She did for the lake party."

"That she did," he says wistfully, fondly recalling the bikini. Well, remembering as well as his alcoholic haze from that weekend allows him to.

Indy shakes his head quickly, breaking the little trance of reminiscing he had slipped into.

"Anyway... should be fun. Dionysus, greek god of parties, said he'd drop by."

"Well, if there's a god involved, I know it's going to be a good time."

She pecks him on the cheek, shimmies off the stool and slides the shades back up her nose.

"And now there's a party I've got to attend to, if you'll excuse me. I'll see you on Sunday."

He nods and smiles at the attractive elf.

"Alright dear... take care."

She grins and turns around on those legs and sways her way to the door.

My, Shady. Showing a little ass with those shorts.

She opens the door and is greeted with a chorus of "Hey baby!" and a blast of horns. It shuts behind her.

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