Happy Hour

[henry_jones_jr]

When there's a mentally linked room-mate involved, good news tends to travel fast.

Fresh from his travels earlier in the week, Indy gets wind of the new arrivals from Bar as he's setting up for his 'tending shift. And, with her help, he comes up with an appropriate theme for the occasion.

DRINKS SPECIALS

Adam
Sir Knight
Three Wise Men

All cider

Comments

[wellthrownstone]

"Indy," he starts as he settles onto a barstool, "what's a Nazi?"

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy raises an eyebrow as he wanders over.

"Officially, it's any member of the National Socialist German Workers Party, under the leadership of Adolf Hitler. They're the political party in power in Germany in my time, known for their extreme nationalist and eugenic ideologies, as well as racism, totalitarianism, anti-Semitism, anti-communism, and limits on freedom of religion."

"Not the nicest bunch of folk in Earth history," he continues. "They've been a constant thorn in my side in recent years. And they're poised wreak military conquest havoc across the world."

[wellthrownstone]

He digests that for a moment, considering before--

"...and did you just say Alanna's a mother of triplets?"

He'd been thinking of the question for a day or so and he'd been so focused, he'd barely heard what Indy had said until after.

He'll get back to the Nazis soon enough. There are babies.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Yep!" he says, far more brightly.

He's slightly bemused by the speed of subject change, but, having been traveling with Moon for the past few days, he's able to roll with it easily enough.

"She gave birth a few hours ago. Two boys and a girl."

[fortunes_phase]

She slips on a stool and smiles at the bartender.

"What colour is a Sir Knight?" she asks, eyeing the specials. "Is it pretty?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Sir Knight. It's... kinda yellow, I guess."

In the wake of the news about Alanna, it doesn't seem physically possible for Indy's smile to get any bigger. But somehow, it does.

"Hi, you."

[fortunes_phase]

Moon grins at him, liking that smile.

"Kind of yellow?" She wrinkles her nose. "Does that mean it's kind of something else, too?"

[henry_jones_jr]

He beeps her crinkly nose and chuckles.

"I dunno! Judge for yourself. And if it's not acceptably pretty, I'll go heavy on the chartreuse and see if I can make it a better yellow."

[musical_muse]

*Tere slides onto a stool, a violin case in her hand*

A Sir Knight, 'tender.

*She beams contentedly at Indy*

[henry_jones_jr]

"Comin' right up, madam."

Indy gives her a grin in reply, and sets off to make the drink.

[musical_muse]

How's it going, Doctor Jones?

*She crosses her legs and leans on her elbows on the bar*

[henry_jones_jr]

"Everything's pretty darn good, actually. The idol's been safely delivered to the museum, along with a hundred years' worth of funding. 'Lana's got her babies out. Mikey's human again, so him and Mel are back in their sex-crazed little happy place."

He glances back to her.

"How about you?"

[i_spoiled_it]

"They had the babies!" Steph's whole face lights up and she hurtles out of the rafters to sit on the end of Bar. "Dude! That is so, so awesome!"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Sure is!" Indy declares with just as much happiness.

Okay, not quite as much. Fine! Nowhere near as much. Steph's over-exuberant glee is impossible to match.

Indy reaches under the counter and pulls a little jar out.

"Celebratory nutmeg?"

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph grins at him.

"What, just nutmeg? Sure. Got a spoon?"

She dares him.

[henry_jones_jr]

"No. We're all out of spoons. Fully catering bar and restaurant, and there's not a spoon in the place. Crazy."

He holds out a teaspoon.

She can dare all she wants. The nutmeg is for her, and her alone. Indy doesn't even like it that much. And honestly, he thinks her obsession with it is slightly odd.