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[wine_women_song]

*With a bounce to his step, Dionysus slides behind the bar. He gives her a welcome pat. And pauses when a bottle of champange appears in an ice bucket

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[henry_jones_jr]

Indy settles onto a stool and cocks an eyebrow at the complimentary champagne. Then, with a shrug, he grabs a glass for himself and gives the bartender a grin.

"Cheers, 'Nysus. What's the occasion?"

[wine_women_song]

I wish I knew! Seems that the Bar is in good spirits tonight, and we're all to be recipients of her good will.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Well, I for one'll receive that goodwill with open arms," Indy chuckles.

[wine_women_song]

And how about you? What's new for the world-traveller?

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy gives a shrug.

"Nothing much. Had a cluster of adventures a couple'a months ago—Nazis in Egypt and the Congo, dinosaurs thanks to some elevator malfunction, and the annihilation of an evil Atlantean splinter tribe."

He gives a little sigh.

"But not much since. Reckon I'm due something exciting."

[wine_women_song]

'May You Live In Interesting Times'. Or so the old Chinese curse goes. I'd be careful--you might end up with more than you barganed for.

Of course, that can often lead to its own sort of fun.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Exactly," he laughs.

"It's just... too much teaching and picking up the bar admin slack for Mikey, and Indy becomes a dull boy."

[wine_women_song]

Teaching? What are you teaching?

[henry_jones_jr]

"Dang, 'Nysus. What's happened to your omniscience?" he says with another grin. "I'm a Professor of Archaeology at Barnett, New York."

[wine_women_song]

Well, I do get more drunk with old age, you know. And it's been a while since the Olympians had much omniscience.

That, and your teaching is never something that really came up in conversation.

[henry_jones_jr]

He pouts his bottom lip understandingly.

"Well, in that case, yeah. Mild-mannered professor by day. Reckless explorer and tresure hunter by... other days."

[wine_women_song]

I'd imagine that all of your students are constantly fawning over your rugged looks.

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy looks slightly guilty.

"Uh... not as much as you'd think. Really."

[wine_women_song]

That's a relief. You wouldn't believe the type of folk I run into whenever I'm going incognito to a bar. It tends to grate sometimes--you just want to be with the regular crowd, then someone starts asking you to make them every drink imaginable.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Well. My students don't know the movie legend. But... yeah... a few of them can get a bit doe-eyed over my reputation for bringing in the big finds. Always wanting to tag along on my next quest."

He strokes his chin thoughtfully.

"Heh. Since you mentioned it, I suppose there're worse looking teachers."

[wine_women_song]

*He doesn't mention stereotypes, as that wouldn't be kind. He does chuckle, however.*

Well, so long as one is employed, one can't complain much.