Indy's suite

Feb 23, 2009 00:30

The morning after Fiona's unexpected visit, Indy left his makeshift bed at a fairly reasonable hour. Or at least, a reasonable hour for him. Most people would probably consider it their lunch hour. So as not to wake his guest, he used the guest bathroom to shower and grabbed some clean clothes out of the drier ( Read more... )

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justcallmefee February 23 2009, 06:50:28 UTC
Fi blinks up at the ceiling. Strange room. Strange bed.

No body lying next to her, so that's a start she supposes.

Oh.

Memory floods back, the warm pounding of the waves around her knees, the crunch of sand under her feet, the fifth of Red Breast she downed pretty much all by herself. That would explain the hard glaze of light around everything and the brittle feeling in her skull.

And the rest of it.

She takes a deep breath and sighs. Mmm, coffee. She slips out of bed and staggers to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face and comb her hair back out of her eyes. Her jeans are draped in the shower, dry but reeking of sea water. Sweats and a wife beater it is.

~~~

She hangs back in the doorway of the bedroom, watching him work. She can be quiet as a dormouse when she wants, and she slips behind him, and snatches a piece of toast off a plate. "Yet again, Doctor Jones, what was briefly yours is now mine."

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henry_jones_jr February 23 2009, 17:27:49 UTC
Indy makes no attempt to stop the theft when it occurs. Between her speed and the fact that he's busy grinding pepper into the omelette skillet, he couldn't do much even if he'd wanted to.

"Nice move," he comments, staying focused on the task in hand. "For a dame."

Seasoning completed, he now turns and greets Fiona with an easygoing smile.

"Morning. How's the head?"

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justcallmefee February 23 2009, 17:33:30 UTC
She slits her eyes at him, mumbling something around her mouthful of toast. It's not Shakespeare but her meaning is clear. Not the worst hangover she's ever had, not exactly the best either.

She swallows her toast and chases it with a sip from his coffee cup.

"That smells delicious."

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henry_jones_jr February 23 2009, 17:53:07 UTC
Indy grins appreciatively. But she breached the sanctity of his coffee mug. That unholy transgression must be addressed before they can move on.

"Watch it," he chuckles. "This ain't a commune, y'know. I have other cups."

To illustrate, he gets one out of the cupboard and fills it from the carafe. It happens to be a soup bowl-sized example, emblazoned with cartoon images of a classic Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote chase.

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