“Marion Ravenwood. Look at you.”
There is a smirk on Indy’s lips at
the sight of the young woman,
always captivating. He could feel
her father hitting him from the grave
as he couldn’t help but to flirt with
the woman.“Missed me?”
She could hardly stifle the chuckle that escaped her lips, before giving a roll of those cerulean optics, before blinking a few times at the other. She’d relocated to Washington D.C. and opened up the nightclub known as The Raven’s Nest. Behind the bar per usual, before tossing down the rag that she held in her hand.
❝What are you doing here Jones? Come back to just finish the job? Or are you on a new excursion? What is it this time? Finding Noah’s Ark? The Garden of Eden? The Fountain of Youth? Surely you didn’t come back for me. ❞
An irritated glare was shot over in his direction.
