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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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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."

He shrugs gamely. "Sure... whatever works."

"I'll just be sure not to offer you any crackers."

"That's fine. I'll be eating my shrimp and canapes."

He laughs, possibly a little over-loudly.

"No cake for you then. Wouldn't want you to think you were at a five year-old's birthday jamboree."

"Definitely no cake! But there may be jello at some point," he adds mischieviously.

"Why? Are you and Mike going to wrestle?"

Indy snorts. "Nooo... well, maybe. But not in jello."

"I reckon there'll be a few games played as the party gets past the formal stage."

"What a shame." Winks.

She's definitely curious now. "What sort of games?"

"Oh you know... debauched party games. Adult stuff. Naked twister... spin the bottle..."

He pauses for reaction and then laughs.

"Hey listen... I've still gotta get a few people notified about this. So... I'm gonna have to leave you hanging again."

He gives an apologetic smile and gets up. "See ya around, hon... and enjoy the Guinness." For lo, another pint has appeared for her at Indy's silent bequest. He's good.

She blinks and eyes him strangely but decides it's best not to ask about Naked Twister or why humans seem so fixated on spinning bottles. "Right."

"You always do." She grins though.

"See you. Cheers."

She waves and then works on her second pint.

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