bernard's birthday party

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly did not want to get up early. The tequila she had last night did not want her to get up early either. However, she has trouble to get into so she's down at the bar early. She orders a carafe of coffee and spends some time chatting with bar. Eventually, she walks away with the key to a private room, among other things.

It's a few hours later now, and an immense amount of coffee has been consumed, and the room has been transformed. There are empty tequila bottles acting as vases for bouquets of purple and blue and in concession to Bernard's taste, black balloons. There are streamers made from exotic labels off of strange and occasionally familiar bottles of alcohol. There are comfy chairs scattered around for conversation and hiding behind once Bernard arrives. There's music all ready, Bob Dylan and the White Stripes and a few other things she thinks he might like. There is a neon-bright sign across the back of the room reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERNARD!" There's also a table with a lone, flamboyantly wrapped package on it with a tag reading "To Bernard, Happy Birthday, Love Lilly, P.S. Please To Be Not Killing Me Before Opening."

Now all she needs are guests.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I... don't think that's in your best interests either." Did someone order a side of knave with their pikelets?

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

That so, Docter Jones?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Let's just say that the phrase blow your mind doesn't quite cover it."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[an arched brow]

Never heard of it.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Of course not," he confides, "its a phrase from my world. Came into being a few decades after my time."

"It means to expand your mind, normally through the use of drugs, usually to induce a feeling of... WOW!" With the last word, he crosses his eyes a little, and exacerbates the expression with an awed facial shudder.

Then he grins. The lengths he goes to for her...

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[and all she does is reward him with a giggle]

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"... better than that. Much better." He nods firmly... and patiently.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[so she wraps one arm around his neck and gives him a long, deep kiss]

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

The spontaneous and unexpected display of amorousness is greeted by a few blinks of surprise. But he relaxes into the caress of her soft lips before it's apparent he was caught unawares. This right here. This is one of the things that will keep him around. Unheralded affection. Spirited passion with no abandon. It's always an uncertain thrill. A mystery that he doesn't want to solve.

A hand sweeps up her back and into her hair, holding her, allowing his craving to be satisfied.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she leans in to his embrace, closing her eyes and for a long, long moment not giving a damn that they are at a party.]

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

But they are at a party. And all good things... are sometimes succeeded by even better things later. His eyes open, and the fervor of his grip lessens. He bites on her lower lip gently as he withdraws, the longing in his eyes saying more than he would ever need to.

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[her voice husky, she steps back and speaks]

Indy...come on, Indy...we can go.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He eyes her, wanting so much to acquiesce immediately. But, there is a conceited ape to be reckoned with. And fight as he might, it gains a momentary hold over him, as is usual when he feels he has the upper hand.

"We can. But... the party. We have all night, angel. I've gotta at least hang around until Bernard shows." He kisses her again, softly. He doesn't care about seeing Bernard. Not anymore. "I'll make it worth your while."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she crinkles her nose, and kisses him on the cheek]

I'll go into the bar for a bit, meet you there?

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He smoothes his hand through her hair as he rummages in his pocket and pulls out a key and holds it out between his thumb and forefinger. "The key to my heart."

He winks. "How about you meet me in my room. In thirty minutes."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[she takes the key, pauses at the lack of pockets, and calmly slips it into her bra]

Thirt minutes it is, dearest. See you then.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"You can count on it." He drains his glass, gives her a lingering kiss on the cheek that's more than just a parting gesture, and heads off to get a refill and wait for Bernard (http://www.livejournal.com/users/awesome_lilly/4989.html?thread=197757#t197757).