With so little people in the restaurant, there's nothing interesting going on. Ava sighs quietly and drums her fingers along the delicate rim of the glass. She could always start some trouble but she doesn't really feel like getting kicked out and having to drink alone in the tower.
Cameron sipped at his beer delicately and leaned back in the chair with a faint yawn.
"What time do you think we should pack up the restaurant, Zack?"
The bartender– apparently Zack– shrugged. "I guess when these two guys clear out." He pointed to the woman and the man in the corner.
Ava pushes her now empty glass aside and throws some money on the counter before slipping out of her seat. It's now or never. She moves over to Cameron and stands next to where he's sitting. "We need to talk," She comments calmly. They keep running into each other on missions so it's probably best that they set some ground rules to avoid getting in each other's way.
Cameron looked up at her slowly with a slight eyebrow raise. "Sure. Sit down," He said nonchalantly, waving a big hand at a stool next to him. He relaxed back into a slouched position, yawning faintly again as he waited for her to sit. Idly, he wondered why she wanted to talk. Maybe it was something unimportant and time-wasting.
“Unless you want your bartender to know how you spend your nights, I suggest we talk elsewhere,” Ava hisses. She knows damn well that Cameron knows who she is so she isn’t going to bother playing games. His relaxed attitude is really rubbing her the wrong way. Hell, everything about him annoys her.
"He knows," Cameron said simply, sipping at the beer. Zack didn't even seem to be paying attention, as he moved towards another man at the opposite end of the bar. The other two men seemed to be in a hushed discussion in a different language. The man Zack was talking to didn't seem to be that threatening, in fact, the other was smiling at Zack, as if happy to see him.
“Are you seriously that dense? I mean, I knew that you were stupid but damn,” Ava comments, shaking her head. Sitting down in the chair next to him, she glances over her shoulder to look at the bartender. “Okay, I’m going to get right to the point. I don’t like you and I’m sure that you don’t like me and yet, we keep running into each other and screwing up each other’s hits,” She begins, keeping her voice low just in case. “Either one of us stops this all together, which won’t happen, or we discuss things and maybe set up some rules.”
"I just want to fucking sit down and have a drink. Shut up and get talking," He hissed back before lapsing into angry silence. "Fine, whatever the fuck you want. As long as you keave me the hell alone," He responded frostily, suddenly determined to be as prickly and as unopinionated as he could possibly be. Which was a lot, by the way.
“Trust me, that won’t be a problem,” Ava says coldly as she studies the man with disgust. She really does hate him. “I have better things to do than to sit here and talk to your sorry ass so I’ll drop the papers later.” If she ever has to see him again, it’ll be too soon. “Try not to fuck anything else up for me in the meantime,” She growls before sliding out of the seat
"Good," Cameron spat the word as if it were rancid tobacco. He went back to his beer with a soft huff, slugging the rest of it down and hailing Zack back over for another, which was dished up quickly before the latter hurried back away. Once Cameron recieved a second beer, he ignored the woman, who had stood.
Ava turns and stalks away, making sure to flip him off before she steps out of the door. As she walks back home, she mutters insults under her breath. That man really pisses her off. If given the chance again, she probably would kill him.
Cameron was thinking just about the same thing, wishing he had a pistol on his person so he could shoot her down right there. She was so goddamn inconsiderate, after talking to her left a bad taste in his mouth that the tasty beer he was drinking couldn't wash it down. His mood was offically ruined.
Ava crawls in through the window and immediately heads up the stairs. “I’m back!” She calls out, looking around until she spots Kreja. “Hello, love. How would you like to bite someone’s balls off for me?” She asks as she reaches down to pet him. After a few minutes of playing with the dog, she snatches a bottle of vodka off of the table and takes a swig. That martini hadn’t been nearly strong enough.
Cameron slapped down some money blindly taken from his wallet and rose from the bar. He shooed the man hidden away in a booth from the restaurant, who had dozed off over the game, a beer, and a basket of fries. He let Zack and his friend off and locked the doors before turning to his office to count cash. The day for Cameron… had been… ugh.
Ava throws herself down in the chair and whips out a pen and paper. While she drinks, she works on writing out some of the rules. They probably won’t make much sense to her tomorrow but at least she’s getting something done. Kreja hops up onto the table and plops down, watching her curiously. “Why are you on the table?” She mutters, though not looking up from the paper.
Cameron jotted down the figures and deducted the prices of miscellaneous things he would need from his daily life and for the restaurant. He needed to get fresh supplies soon, so he decided to whip out his laptop, hidden in his desk, and order the food from the service he's connected with. He finished up and picked up the extra cash he had left over, storing it securely in his hidden safe, along with much more cash, a few shiny looking guns and a badge.
Ava finishes up the bottle of vodka, sighing in disappointment as she lets it clatter to the ground. Deciding to give up on writing out the rules tonight, she stands up and peels off her clothes. After changing into just a plain t-shirt, she settles down on the mattress.
Cam slapped the safe shut and flopped back into his chair with a shaky, soft sigh. He needed to get home, but he liked it here where he could actually feel… not as alone as he normally did. Eventually he ended up drifting off to sleep.
Ava curls up under the thin blanket, her hand sliding under the pillow and gripping the handle of the knife. A knife under her pillow is a habit that she’s had for years and one that has saved her life numerous times. Kreja joins her a few moments later. It’s not very long before she falls into a light sleep.
It wasn't much later that Cameron woke up again to a loud banging noise to his immediate left, where the door of his office was. He jumped awake at another loud bang, where he instinctively reached forward, unlocked his safe and grabbed out a gun.
"Who's there?" He screamed loudly at his oppressor, shutting the door to his safe and hiding it behind a cabinet again.
There was a series of muffled arguments on the other side of the door. It sounded like there were quite a few men on the other side of the door, waiting for Cameron, possibly trying to kill him.
Ava groans loudly when she’s awoken to Kreja licking her face. Still half asleep, she pushes the dog’s face away. This does this exact opposite of what she intended. He barks loudly and starts to paw at her arm. “I’m up!” She exclaims, sitting up and glaring at him. The dog trots over to the trap door and whines pathetically. “Seriously, dude?” She yawns, though gets up and throws on her outfit from earlier. “You are a big pain in the ass and you’re lucky that you’re cute,” She tells him, clipping on his leash and throwing open the trapdoor.
They spoke in a rushed native tongue, one that Cameron couldn't quite pin the name of it on. The man slammed loudly on the door again which made Cam jump pathetically, and he scooted across the office, on the opposite wall and away from his safe. If he lost all of that money…
Another loud BANG woke him up from the punishment he would recieve. He turned off the safety and rose the gun so he was pointing it at the door, fighting to keep his breathing steady.
Ava josh along the street with Kreja, trying her best to stay awake. “Come on, love, hurry up,” She tells him, wanting to just climb back into bed. As they head to the beach and pass the restaurant, she hears a loud commotion. “The hell?” She mutters, stopping in her tracks. She pulls out her mask and a gun, leaving the knives in her jacket. After securing her mask and letting Kreja off of his leash, she moves towards the building.
"Rei shu trji dorum!" Screamed a loud voice, which was followed up by a gunshot. It blew off the doorhandle, which made Cameron shrink up into the corner in an attempt to hide. Even though he had given off his presence in the room. Stupid! Stupid! Cameron screamed at himself as the door was thrust open.
Ava creeps through the restaurant until she sees a group of men bursting into what she assumes is the office. Taking the safety off of her gun, she fires three times, taking down two men and successfully getting the rest of the group’s attention. “Over here, assholes!” She calls out to them. If Cameron is in there, she hopes that he takes this chance to defend himself or get the hell out of dodge. A hail of bullets rain down on her as she ducks behind a corner.