Return...
[Pre-Milliways: The parking garage]
From a dark alcove at the back of the bar, two dusty forms emerge unsteadily. Indiana Jones takes off his fedora and sets it back on Mike's head with a grin. "Bar, sweet bar!"
He takes a cursory look around and observes Bernard engaged in a deep discussion. The exhausted explorer resolves to deliver his disturbing report at a later time.
As they weave wearily through the tables and pull out stools at the bar, the strange attire of the human may be noted by some of the bar's more discerning patrons. Indy has nothing more than a leather bomber jacket covering his bare-chest, and upon his legs are what look like a pair of pastel colored tights. He's also wearing a clumpy pair of jack boots with bright orange pom poms dangling from the laces.
Ignoring any low-level laughter or bewildered stares, Indy orders. "Food... and lots of it."
From a dark alcove at the back of the bar, two dusty forms emerge unsteadily. Indiana Jones takes off his fedora and sets it back on Mike's head with a grin. "Bar, sweet bar!"
He takes a cursory look around and observes Bernard engaged in a deep discussion. The exhausted explorer resolves to deliver his disturbing report at a later time.
As they weave wearily through the tables and pull out stools at the bar, the strange attire of the human may be noted by some of the bar's more discerning patrons. Indy has nothing more than a leather bomber jacket covering his bare-chest, and upon his legs are what look like a pair of pastel colored tights. He's also wearing a clumpy pair of jack boots with bright orange pom poms dangling from the laces.
Ignoring any low-level laughter or bewildered stares, Indy orders. "Food... and lots of it."