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[copper_fray]

Erin's downstairs again today, Security badge pinned neatly to the shoulder of her coat

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[henry_jones_jr]

Indy is slouched at the next table. Despite the early evening hour, he's looking a little the worse for wear. Having an all-night farewell Guinness blowout with your favorite nymph will do that to a guy. So, a little paler and more haggard than usual, the scruffy archeologist is toying with something bland and vaguely nutritious—let's say a chicken pot pie. There's a big mug of coffee that is being given far more frequent attention than the food.

At some point the blonde gets a watery smile, out of mere politeness.

[copper_fray]

Erin nods back, one eyebrow raised.

"Need somethin' for your head?"

Yep, she's seen that look before--hangovers look the same the world 'round.

Or, in this case, the universe 'round.

[henry_jones_jr]

He scrubs a hand down one side of his face.

"Just a clout upside it before I next start drinkin' Guinness, to remind me what it feels like the day after."

[copper_fray]

One side of her mouth curls up in a smile.

"Well, if I ever see you knocking 'em back, I'll be sure to oblige. You know, in the spirit of bein' helpful, and all."