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It's been a long, lazy day of slow drinking out by the lake.

After watching the slayers do battle, the naming ceremony reception and (bizarrely) two puppets get wed, Indy trudges back in and sets the cooler over the counter, taking one last beer out for himself. Clad in a plain white t-shirt, boot cut jeans and with sunglasses pushed up over his forehead, he settles onto a stool and rests his back against the bar.

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He puts hand on the back the muse's neck and squeezes a little. "Working hard and playing hard. Poor Tere."

"Don't you ever get a chance to step back and reflect. A bit of time off?"

Mmmm...
*She arches her neck into his hand*

Time off? Rarely. Muse is one of those 24-7 jobs...

Zeus, I'd love to take the rest of the weekend off though...

"Then do it. You are the archetype of self-employed. You have no boss except yourself really. Take some time off."

"Hell, just sitting outside today was a nice break from the norm for me."

I should go home...Play at my place on Pieria...Once the Tony nominations are announced on Tuesday, I'll stop sleeping entirely for a month...

"Ugh... that sounds tough. I don't envy you, hun."

"Go. Let your hair down and relax. You know I'm not going anywhere." He strokes the hair around her ears affectionately.

Why don't you come with me, Doctor Jones? Spring in the Med is almost entirely lovely...I have a villa facing the Aegean...Private beach, big spacious rooms, big spacious beds...You could help me relax.

"Hm."

He thinks about the offer, intrigued and still playing with her hair. "Well... It does sound incredible and I wouldn't mind a change of scenery and a bit of sun. It's been a long winter here."

"And this would be... your ancient Greece?"

If you really wanted to, we could go back...Or we could go now. We could go anywhen, really...

*She smiles at him*

"Whatever works for you, dear. You know me. I'd love to see how it used to be."

Doesn't really matter. My place hasn't changed much in the last...three or four thousand years...Sure, lets go back to when I was younger. Say...800 B.C.E?

"That would be the same as 800 BC, right?"

*She looks slightly embarrassed*

Yes...Sorry, it's kind of a new thing. People are using CE and BCE, Common Era and Before the Common Era, so they don't have to deal with the religious implications of BC and AD.

He shakes his head sadly. "Church and state is such a contentious area." But the moment passes.

"800 BCE... hmm... I'm definitely sold. When do we leave and what do I need to bring?"

We can leave whenever...Bring that outfit, maybe shorts, swim trunks...and a tux.

*She grins*

He makes mental notes until she mentions the tuxedo. "Uh... why do I need a tux? 'Cause I... I've got a bit a confession to make in that department."

There's nothing better than dinner and dancing. In order to do that appropriately, dressing up is necessary. You never used to mind dressing up...

"I still don't... it's just... I kinda lost that tux you made for me. It's a very long story. And I'm sorry. I really liked it."

It's not a problem. There are more where that came from.

*She closes her eyes briefly*

There's one in your closet upstairs, in fact.

"You're the best, lover," he smiles, and kisses her cheek tenderly.

"It got ruined when the cleaning crew unintentionally kidnapped me after our Cocktail Party. Then they confiscated it when they jailed me in their little candy prison, and I never saw it again."

There is no lack of glowering at the tiny little door in the bar while he recounts the details of his adventure in Loompaland. "... but we eventually got back safe and sound after wandering for three days in the tunnels down there."

Poor Doctor Jones...Kidnapped by the janitorial staff...The things that happen to you...

*She fails badly at not looking amused*

"Yes, yes... everyone found it very funny. But I could have died down there. I might still even be there, encased in chocolate, if Mike hadn't come and got me..."

"...that reminds me..."

He snickers lewdly and whispers something into her ear.

I never say no to chocolate.

"Excellent. Mike'll understand. There's enough for everyone."

He rubs his hands in mischievous glee.

"Ok, I'm gonna go pack."

He hops off the stool cheerfully and gives her another kiss, this time slower and more considered, sucking her lip out as he draws away.

I'll be right here waiting.

*She smiles. It's the first time since she got back that she's used the man eater smile*

Indy blinks at the smile, seeming to lose track of what he supposed to be doing. He just stands there, a little lost, gazing at the muse. Help him!

Darling...

The sooner you pack, the sooner we can leave...

*She turns down the wattage on her smile slightly and returns to her drink*

"Packing... right."

Indy chuckles and heads upstairs, returning (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/4736576.html) shortly afterwards.

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