Indy's suite

[henry_jones_jr]

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

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[justcallmefee]

"You were a perfect gentleman, absolutely." Fi's eyes flash green and she smirks at him. "And I was sloppy drunk. Hardly at my best."

Fi looks back at Mike. "Did you need the pants back?"

[justcallmefee]

Fi licks her lips and puts her coffee cup down.

She slips off the bar stool and hooks her thumbs in the waistband of the sweats, shimmying them down to her ankles in one smooth motion.

Her thong is red, if anyone cares to note the detail.

She saunters off without a second look, headed towards Indy's bedroom where she left her jeans.

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy stares unabashedly. It's a few seconds after she's disappeared that he remembers to blink. He then turns to Mike and gives him a solemn nod.

"Definitely a keeper."

He grabs a piece of toast and takes a relaxed bite.

[henry_jones_jr]

"Later."

Indy gives his buddy a salute and hops off his stool. It's a parting comment rather than a timing statement. Tossing the rest of the toast into his mouth, he ambles off after Fiona.

A lesser man might sprint.

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