[oom] Lazy afternoon
The door to her room is not where she left it.
This causes a bit of consternation on Fi's part and no small amount of chuckling on Indy's part. She finds it eventually, on the tenth floor, not the fourth where she left it. Also, there's a big shiny number 4 on the door where there previously had only been an image of a bird on a wire.
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This causes a bit of consternation on Fi's part and no small amount of chuckling on Indy's part. She finds it eventually, on the tenth floor, not the fourth where she left it. Also, there's a big shiny number 4 on the door where there previously had only been an image of a bird on a wire.
"Well I ( Read more... )
"Mmm. Nice place," he deems. "Very comfortable."
"I've always liked the Near East."
Not needing a second invitation to make himself at home, he drops his bag and slips his jacket off. The waistcoat and tie follow, and all three are draped over the chair at the desk.
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Beer is pretty much the only thing edible therein. She grabs two of them and bumps the door closed with her hip. The opener is built into the cabinet and Indy can hear two satisfying pops as she levers off the caps.
She shuts the water off and wanders back into the main room, a little bit of the tension starting to fade from her shoulders. For some reason she doesn't want to examine too closely, his presence here is comforting.
She hands him a beer. "So what's the suit for? They're not making you earn your check, are they?"
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He examines the label on the bottle before taking a swig. It's Hacker-Pschorr, a German Hefeweizen, and it gets an approving nod.
"First the decor, now the beer," he says. "Someone's got good taste around here."
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He hears a squeaking faucet and the sound of water running. Her clothes appear draped over the top of the screen, and the kimono that was draped there disappears.
"Feel free to look around, just be careful of that box on the table. Sharps."
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Moments later he appears at the edge of the screen, a brassy smirk on his face. He'd lean a shoulder up against it, but it looks a bit too flimsy. He makes do with a hand on the top corner.
"Don't mind me," he says. "I'm just looking around."
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She smirks and rolls her eyes. "Pull up a chair, I might be awhile. So just the usual stuff? No high stakes adventures in the works?"
She sounds vaguely disappointed.
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Accepting the invitation, Indy retreats in order to grab a chair from around the kitchen table. It's placed inside the screen and settled upon.
"I know," he continues. "It's hard to believe when the movies are all you've got to go on. Daring adventures aren't a weekly occurrence though. Not even monthly really. If I'm lucky, a good job might come along once or twice a year."
He removes his shoes, then lounges back and props his feet up on the edge of the bath tub. Indy can make even hard-backed chairs look comfortable.
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The tub is huge and will clearly take some time to fill. The steam rises around her as she walks to a small wardrobe and retrieves a few towels. One for the floor, another two laid by for later use.
"Someone has it in for Michael, and we've been running teams for weeks now, trying to find out just what the hell happened. And making some operating capital on the side, helping out the locals."
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After a nod and a gulp of beer, he tilts his head slightly.
"Is it not a bit weird, working alongside your ex?"
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Her hands move to her hair, twisting it up on top of her head. All the while, her eyes watch him in the mirror above the dresser. She turns her back to him and drops the kimono before stepping into the tub. The water is hot enough to make her hiss as she sinks down slowly.
"Can you believe he had me down as an emergency contact? On his official file?"
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"I can't... really make an informed answer to that," Indy admits.
"I'm guessing the correct answer should be 'no' though."
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Her hand emerges from the water and she reaches down for the bottle of beer. It's just beyond the tips of her fingers.
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He watches her stretch for a few moments, amusement showing in his slanted smile. He then drops his feet and reaches over, lifting the bottle until the top rim actually touches her fingertips. He lets it hover there agonizingly until her eyes open again. But before she has a chance to complain, he raises the bottle the necessary inch for her to grasp it, and lazes back once more.
"When was that?" he asks.
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"Mmm, that was Berlin, I think. Five years ago?" (The narration is unsure.)
"Anyway, someone is trying very hard to make him an ex ex-spy. Set a charge on his front door that would have taken out a Sherman tank."
Her tone speaks volumes about her opinion of amateurs indulging in overkill.
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Fi had referred to Michael as an operative when he first came up in conversation. Indy assumed there was still some kind of official capacity involved. He shrugs. It's not important.
"Either way, intelligence work is a sure fire way to make enemies. I'm guessing he's a little more exposed now."
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"What have you been up to since I saw you last?"
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