ext_54865 ([identity profile] henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar 2005-08-16 07:03 am (UTC)

But joy of joys, there's oodles of bubble wrap inside the box anyway. And massive overkill on the packing peanuts as well. And if he ever overcomes that distracting pitfall, in between the stuffing Mike will find three things:

- A new apron with Kiss the Turtle Ninja Chef Bartender emblazoned across it. A replacement for the charred excuse that Indy had pretty much totaled during the Great Waffle Fire.

- A shiny new stainless steel cocktail shaker, stylishly engraved with the phrase You call him Mr Angelo, doll!

- A framed photo. A blown-up Polaroid of the Turtle and the Bunny Rabbit before they started their costumed shift last week—Mike's arm round Indy's shoulder. Posterity, for the last official training shift together. The end of an era? What Mike does with it is up to him...

But for now, Indy winks over at him from his place across the bar. During the course of the evening, despite his assertion to Alanna, he hadn't been watching Mike at all. The notepad is a mess of red doodles. And Indy is well-satisfied.

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