[Milliways: Suite 132]

[slayer_fray]

Teenagers are crazy. This, according to Mel, is absolute fact. But she's also pretty fond of a couple of them in the Bar, even jerk flamethrowing princes she's barely had half a dozen conversatons with. But especially blonde bouncy dead Robins. They're the bestSo it's with a huge grin that she returns from her shift. Mike is working hard on the

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[henry_jones_jr]

There's a shimmer of milky green light on the couch. It fades after a few seconds, revealing Indy on said couch, starting intently at Sethan al'Asan from behind his glasses. He's dressed in a nice tweed three-piece suit, and has an enormous sheaf of papers and file folders under one arm.

A few blinks later and he looks around and comes to terms with his surroundings. He doesn't see Mel initially. "Crap. Wrong couch. Gotta work on that," he says to himself as he loosens the tie and starts to undo the top buttons of his shirt.

[slayer_fray]

OK, that wasn't an expected occurence. Her balance isn't that good yet.

She starts as soon as he speaks from far too close, lifts her head to see him, stumbles on one hand, swears loudly, and then screams sharply as she collapses into his lap.

"What the hell?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"OOOOF!"

Indy is no less shocked. Documents are jarred from their pinned hold, and scatter over the couch and floor.

"My thoughts precisely," he blurts out.

[slayer_fray]

"Indy!" Mel protests, boffing him on the shoulder. "What're you doing on my couch?"