Since he's taking regular bartending shifts again, Indy has stepped his fitness regime back up. This will be his third time in the gym in the last week.
"Woah! Go Vee," he comments as he strolls in, attired in an aging pair of sneakers, black sweat pants and a faded gray sleeveless T-shirt. He sounds impressed, but as always, it's hard to tell if he's being sincere.
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"Woah! Go Vee," he comments as he strolls in, attired in an aging pair of sneakers, black sweat pants and a faded gray sleeveless T-shirt. He sounds impressed, but as always, it's hard to tell if he's being sincere.
"Hope that's not me you're visualizing."
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"Jones." Her words clipped short as she catches her breath. "Nah. Not today."
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Smirk firmly in place, he drops his towel and water bottle on a chair and wanders over to Veronica.
"Not sure I've ever seen you work up a sweat before," he says, looking her up and down.
"Except when we were fighting for our lives at Hassim's place. Gotta admit, I wasn't really paying attention to it then."
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"Not much sweating to be done in a bar. Most bars." A side glance. "Not this bar."
She tugs at the v-shaped neckline of her burgundy workout tank, venting cool air down her cleavage. This is not as sexy as it sounds.
"And you? Here for some yoga? Pilates? Yogalates?"
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