[Out of Milliways: Suite 132]

[slayer_fray]

Melaka Fray has faced vampires, demons, stone giant knights, thousand foot-long snakes, gunslinging wizards, the SuperDrain of doom, and Indiana Jones before his coffee.

Now she may have faced her match. The one thing she can't defeat. Brought into the flat by Lilly, Mel's facing the greatest challenge yet.

Dance Dance Revolution

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Oh." He winces. "That'd be no competition though."

[slayer_fray]

She shrugs.

"I prefer it that way. With my scythe, anyway. Unpredictability gives me an edge."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He pats her shoulder. "That's nice, Kicky. But I meant sparring with Lilly."

[slayer_fray]

She blinks, snapping out of a thoughtful mood.

"Figure she's too good for you?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"No!" he blusters. "It's just that she'd probably use her femininity in an unfair way, and cause me to make mistakes. You know, like being all cute and seductive."

"Or she'd wear something which distracted me."

[slayer_fray]

Mel smirks and shrugs.

"Gotta use the weapons available to ya."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"How did I know you'd come down on her side," he says with an eyeroll.

[slayer_fray]

"Because you know me so well," she points out.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He ruffles her hair fondly. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"So what've you been up to?"

[slayer_fray]

She smirks up at the ruffling.

"Figured out that with a run up I can hit the lake from the balcony."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Holy shit," he chuckles. "I see you've been as productive as ever."

"Here's me teaching my ass off and grabbing extra tending shifts whenever people need me... and you're just... doing that." He gestures irritably at the balcony.

[slayer_fray]

"And workin'," she points out. "I'm full time while Kooshbert's recoverin'."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Shooty? Oh yeah. In that Academy mularky."

He frowns. "I ran into him the other night, as usual not under the best cicrumstances. Rach stumbled on something in Susan's head that caused her to freak out I think. 'Bert was not overly impressed."

[slayer_fray]

Mel bites her lip in concern.

"She OK?"

She doesn't specify which 'she'.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I think they're both... fine... now. Rach and I chilled out a bit afterwards, and 'Bert took care of Susan."

He elaborates somberly. "Apparently, Susan died in a fire. Burnt by some witch. And Rach is all about the fire. I think it spurred some nasty memories and fears."

[slayer_fray]

She cringes, visibly.

"Jesu. That's really not good."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Rach didn't mean anything. She was just trying to help."

[slayer_fray]

Mel shakes her head.

"No, I know. Rach wouldn't. Jesu, poor girl, though."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy nods and sips his coffee quietly. After a reasonable period of sober silence, he nudges Mel gently in the ribs. He doesn't look at her though.

[slayer_fray]

Mel pokes him in the back of the head.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy frowns and flicks her upper arm, still without looking.

[slayer_fray]

Mel kicks him gently in the hips.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He takes a longer strand of pink hair where it lays on her shoulder and tugs it playfully. A sip of coffee follows to hide the smirk.

[slayer_fray]

Crossing her legs, she kicks him again, in the arm, and slightly harder.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy grunts and fights to swallow his mouthful. Meanwhile he pinches her butt.