[Milliways: Suite 132 Suitewarming]

[slayer_fray]

Lilly and Mel have out done themselves.

There's no theme to this party, no gimmicks, other than the 'welcome to our suite and please get very drunk' idea, and this aim has been faciliatated by the huge numbers of bottles of all sorts of alcohol covering the galley kitchen. The breakfast bar boasts five huge bowls of punch, the dining table is covered in assorted snacks and dips, and brightly coloured balloons cover the floor, and, despite the best efforts by a certain boyfriend to use helium for comedy voice purposes, the ceiling as well.

The door to the main bathroom stands open, and a large pile of freshly laundered towels stand on the way to the hot tub, above which a large sign declares: clothing optional.

Mel's bedroom door is shut and locked, protecting weaponry and other valuables, while Lilly's room is opened, and her Bathroom is very clearly labelled.

Out on the balcony, the barbeque takes pride of place among a vast amount of meat, just waiting to be made use of.

The centre of the living area is cleared, but a box of Twister has been placed very obviously on top of the locked entertainment centre.

Suite 132 is open for business

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A little drunk, but still coherent, Indy leans his head over and watches the knight and her cocktail dress for a while. He moves over to join her eventually, putting a fond arm around her shoulders.

"My my... put a girl in a skimpy nightie for a morning, and now she can't keep her lovely legs out of the public eye," he says kindly. "You look lovely."

[the_lioness]

*Alanna slowly turns to look at him and smiles.*

Does this mean I'm forgiven?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"For what?" Indy blinks.

"Oh... my... come here and hug me, you silly silly knight! Of course you are. I wasn't even mad at you at the time. Just... you know... a bit jumpy. I'm sorry for being a prying moron about your personal life as well. Though, I can't help what Delia tells me."

Arms wide open, Indy sways slightly as he waits for the embrace.

"You looked darling in the nightie. I told you that you should actually wear the damn thing. Regardless, I'm sure that was humiliating enough for you, and fun enough for us at the same time. No hard feelings at all."

[the_lioness]

...darling? *Alanna frowns, blushing. With a resigned sigh, she hugs him. Tightly. Very, very tightly.* Are you having a fun evening? Mel and I renamed security.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

His head hits her shoulder. "Oh God. Please no."

Indy considers it as he lets her out of his arms finally. "Well, other than Al and Kicky... who've we got?"

[the_lioness]

*She giggles.* Cuthbret is Shooty. Faith is Slashy.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He squints at her and shakes his head. "And Raph is obviously Grumpy."

[the_lioness]

No, although that would work too. He's Punchy.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Okay. And, of course, as deputy chief of Security, you are wholeheartedly advocating the frequent use and adoption of these nicknames into the common tongue," he says with a smirk.

[the_lioness]

As Alanna, yes I am. I am just fine with Stabby. It's much better than Al. *She smiles innocently (or perhaps drunkenly) at him.* And perhaps I shall take to calling you by your real name.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy snickers as he recalls Shortie in Shanghai. You call him Doctor Jones, doll!

"See I think of you as more of a Kissy than a Stabby. But you can call me whatever you like, Henry included, 'cause I loves ya."

[the_lioness]

*Alanna suddenly has a dagger in her hand. Where did it come from? It's a mystery. She examines the blade and smiles absently.*

Well, you have second hand evidence for Kissy. Don't make me provide an eyewitness account as to why Stabby works just as well.

*She grins.*

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy pouts at the knife, and then her dress.

"How'd you do that?"

[the_lioness]

*She smiles knowingly and nods.*

Oh, Indy. You only wish you knew. If I make another huge mistake, maybe I'll show you.

*Grinning, she races off.*

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy growls to himself, resolves to do some plotting with Delia and wanders off to start cooking on the balcony—cooking being a very loose term to describe what he ends up doing.