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[Pre-Milliways: The bungler on the roof]
* A lemony-smelling Indiana Jones lets himself in through the back door, apparently unaware of the duel in progress out by the lake. His jacket and pants have a freshly pressed look about them and his hat is tilted at a jaunty angle for some unknown reason. He totes an equipment bag across the bar and pushes it under a stool before hopping on top of it and pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels from inside his coat. As he sets it on the counter a glass appears with a few ice cubes in it *
Oh well... if you insist.
* he pours himself a healthy measure and looks around for familiar faces *
* A lemony-smelling Indiana Jones lets himself in through the back door, apparently unaware of the duel in progress out by the lake. His jacket and pants have a freshly pressed look about them and his hat is tilted at a jaunty angle for some unknown reason. He totes an equipment bag across the bar and pushes it under a stool before hopping on top of it and pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels from inside his coat. As he sets it on the counter a glass appears with a few ice cubes in it *
Oh well... if you insist.
* he pours himself a healthy measure and looks around for familiar faces *