The cocktail party upstairs is in full swing.

...Well motherfarkin' A.

Hyde is in the bar.

...Standing at the waaaaaaaaaaay back of the room, arms folded, shades on.

Hyde's here, in red courderoys, patterned shirt and suede vest, funking the place up.

He doesn't appear to be passed out. In fact, he's tossing a deck of 51 into a floppy black pimp hat.

There is also a glass of water containing a goldfish sitting on the table.

Indy re-enters through the back door with Faith. After thanking the slayer, he makes his way to the bar unaccompanied, still clutching his jaw. His chin is swollen on the left side, the murky signs of deep bruising starting to show through his stubble there ( Read more... )

( Indy and Hyde visit the garage )

( Mikey comes clean )

Indiana Jones sits at the bar: cool, calm… collected. Or perhaps quiet, introspective and pissed off.

What's new about that?
Well, for a start, there's no alcohol in sight. Coffee seems to be his friend though.

*The sun is shining just as brightly as it did yesterday ( Read more... )

( Wash )

[Out of Milliways: Nyarlathotep aftershocks]

R: Language, mild violence and adult imagery

Doctor Jones is enjoying Sunday lunch at the bar. Roast pork, potatoes, carrots and parsnips, with a side of apple sauce and the all crucial crackling. He chows down, taking an occasional palate-cleansing sip of Theakston's Best. He's pretty focused on the food to be fair, which is a great testament to Gil and the rats.