Lilly and Mel's suite
Having spent several hours passed out under a table in the bar, the lack of vibrating rubber ducky puffball bedspread had not been apparent to Indy when he stumbled into his bedroom at around five o'clock this morning. His head hurt like the blazes. Lights were not an option. He fell on to the bed while attempting to get undressed, and passed out again.
The cold light of... afternoon brought the usual traumatic hangover wake up scene, with the full compliment of groans, bleary disorientation, sketchy memories, desperate search for coffee, and jackhammer migraine. Drinking Guinness with a nymph is one thing; going shot for magically-created shot with Tim Hunter is quite another. If any other immortally-constitutioned friends decide to permanently leave this week, Indy may have to take a rain check on the farewell drinking session.
Fortunately, the legendary healing powers of coffee, Advil and the 134 couch manage to rekindle some life into him by evening time. And it's then, after a further revitalizing shower, that he notices the missing duvet. He pauses in his hair drying towel work, and his face transforms into a hard scowl. "Oh, I see how it is..." he mutters, casting the towel aside.
Clothes are rapidly dragged onto his still damp body, and shortly afterwards, Indy heads purposefully across the hall and lets himself into Lilly and Mel's. He'll steal it back, negotiate it back, or make something up to get it back... but that bedspread is coming home somehow!
The cold light of... afternoon brought the usual traumatic hangover wake up scene, with the full compliment of groans, bleary disorientation, sketchy memories, desperate search for coffee, and jackhammer migraine. Drinking Guinness with a nymph is one thing; going shot for magically-created shot with Tim Hunter is quite another. If any other immortally-constitutioned friends decide to permanently leave this week, Indy may have to take a rain check on the farewell drinking session.
Fortunately, the legendary healing powers of coffee, Advil and the 134 couch manage to rekindle some life into him by evening time. And it's then, after a further revitalizing shower, that he notices the missing duvet. He pauses in his hair drying towel work, and his face transforms into a hard scowl. "Oh, I see how it is..." he mutters, casting the towel aside.
Clothes are rapidly dragged onto his still damp body, and shortly afterwards, Indy heads purposefully across the hall and lets himself into Lilly and Mel's. He'll steal it back, negotiate it back, or make something up to get it back... but that bedspread is coming home somehow!