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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Fiona stretches, arms reaching over her head, toes pointed, her spine arching with contentment.  Her skin still tingles and every muscle in her body is filled with the sweet ache of exertion.  The stretch ends, leaving her boneless and replete ( Read more... )

Fi manages to make her way back up the winding stairways, empty bottle of whiskey in her hand, grey sweatshirt tied by the arms around her hips.  Her jeans are soaked through to the skin from standing in the surf.  She got chilled, she thinks.

Miami made her soft, somehow.

She's standing on the bridge, looking out over the patchwork of rooftops, ( Read more... )