Ava exits the building and heads straight for her apartment. It’s either really late at night or really early in the morning. Either way, she’s exhausted and just wants to sleep. “Damn it!” She suddenly remembers that she has yet to collect her jacket. Unclipping the leash, she sends Kreja off to get it. When he returns a few minutes later, she takes the bloodied item from his jaws and drapes it over her arm. Hopefully the stain will come out.
It felt like an eternity when Cameron felt like standing again. Though it had only been thirty minutes, his bones ached deep down and his brain throbbed in a migraine already formed in stress. He slumped across his kitchen into the bar, where he grabbed the rest of their case of beer and took it out of the restaurant, jotting down: "Temporarily Closed for Repair" on a napkin before shutting off the lights and pinning it on the doors before locking them. He paused, unlocked the doors, and went back in for his safe. It was only a medium sized one, so if he took his car, it wouldn't be noticeable. He locked up and flopped down into his car, driving home.
Ava spends a few extra minutes out in the city, walking aimlessly to help the adrenaline die. After a while, she finally makes her way back to the tower. She climbs through the window and replaces the board. Once upstairs she sits on her mattress. “Should I drink or should I sleep?” She questions herself, debating which would be the best move. Drinking. Definitely drink. She pulls out the half empty vodka bottle from earlier and screws off the cap. “Cheers,” She mutters to herself before taking a swig.
Cameron made it home after a bit of driving, lifted his safe and drinks and pushed his way into his home, his sleepy dog padding over to bark softly up at him. He shut the door with a heel and set his things down, setting the alcohol aside and going to hide the safe. Lily, his big St. Bernard dog followed on his heels, her tail wagging as she woke up.
It only takes a few minutes for Ava to polish off the rest of the bottle and to grown bored. She misses being alive, it gave her certain freedoms that she doesn’t have now. Like actually having friend or at least someone constant to talk to. Nope, she’s not going to do this to herself again. She releases the bottle and watches as it rolls across the floor.
Cameron straightened up from where he hid his safe beneath his sink and behind his cleaning supplies, deciding to lock up his home securely as to avoid a second break-in and not worry of his safe. He just wanted to drink, pass out for thirty hours and feel bad for himself. He grabbed the crate of alcohol and took it upstairs, Lily following. He flopped onto his bed and Lily clattered up next to him.
Ava pulls out her favorite weapon, her beloved doubled bladed retractable staff, and begins to lovingly polish it. It was a present for her tenth birthday. Her father had decided that it was time she got a real weapon. She’s had it ever since and she cherishes it. Once this task is complete, she carefully puts it away. Since she’s still wide away, she grabs an unopened bottle of whiskey and starts drinking.
Cameron threw an arm around his doggo and pulled her into a big hug, shoving his face into her warm fur and temporarily forgetting about the beer between his legs.
"Lily, Lily, girl. It's gonna be hard for the next couple days," He mumbled to the dog. She leaned her head down and snuffled his hair, snorting as some of it went up her nose. Cam chuckled tiredly at the dog. Somehow the old girl made him laugh.
Ava lays down on her back and stares up at the ceiling, absentmindedly stroking Kreja’s fur. “You really saved my ass today, love,” She tells him as she sets the bottle down next to her. “Maybe we could go to a pet store tomorrow and get you something nice.” It would be something fun to look forward to. Ditching the bottle, she rolls over on her side and pulls the dog closer. He has absolutely no qualms about being cuddled.
Cameron relaxed slowly into his warm, soft bed. It was a sign that Lily slept in it when he was away. At least he'd be spending more time with her, kept up in his home as he brought himself off in alcohol and stress. Lily relaxed back into the bed with a deep sigh, though she thumped her tail as Cameron tugged her into his arms. He pushed thr alcohol carefully to the side, not having to worry of a bedmate to bother. He pawed off his clothes and laid there in boxers tiredly.
Ava buries her face in Kreja’s soft fur. She doesn’t know what she’d do without him and she never wants to find out. “Goodnight, my sweet boy,” She murmurs, curling up around him as best she can. She’s much too tired to bother changing into her pajamas so tonight, she’ll be sleeping in her clothes. Closing her eyes, it’s not long before she drifts off to sleep.
Cam tugged the blankets over himself and his big teddy bear, who barked softly and licked his messy hair into a cowlick. He rolled his eyes faintly and set his head down with a sigh.
"Goodnight, Lily girl. Don't forget to wake me up tomorrow so I can feed and let you out, okay?"
(What should we do now?)
(Ummmm not sure lmao. Maybe she goes and checks up on Cameron's, asks Zack where the Cam is and we go on from there?)
(Yeah, sure. That’ll work. Who should start?)
(Could you, please?)
(Yep!)
After rolling out of bed early the next morning and changing into some fresh clothes, Ava exits the library with Kreja. She yawns and trails after the energetic dog. While he races around in excitement, she allows herself to think. “Come on, love, let’s go to the beach,” She tells the dog after a few moments of silence. Arriving at the restaurant, she knocks on the door, figuring that Cameron will be inside. She still feels kind of bad for last night.
The restaurant inside was dark and powerless. However, the door opened a smidge to reveal the lanky bartender from last night.
"Er… hey, there. What's up?" He asked, raising his nicely trimmed eyebrows a little. Clearly the place was closed, it kind of confused the man why the girl who seemed to be bothering Cam came up here.
“Where’s Cameron?” Ava asks at once, not caring about politeness. Sometimes it’s just easier to get right to the point rather than to waste time. She remembers that bartender from the night before and since he and the other man appear to be fairly close, she’s assuming that he knows where he is.
"He's at home. Didn't you see the sign?" The bartender pointed at a fairly larger sign written by him. It was in loopier, neater handwriting than Cameron's on a more noticeable sheet of paper. "Closed for repairs. He called me this morning to make sure no one came by. I had to turn away like, five groups of people."
“Of course I saw the sign,” Ava snips, rolling her eyes. Hell, she had been here when the damage happened. “I just assumed that he would be here trying to work on repairs.” It seemed like a logical conclusion to her. “What’s his address?” She asks, wanting to get a move on. While she could always just figure it out, things would be so much easier if the bartender, who’s name she can’t remember, just tells her.
The bartender rose an eyebrow all the way at her and tilted his head. "I'll tell you for five bucks," He bargained, grinning a sharp-toothed, shit-eating grin. "Naw, I'm just pulling your tail. I'll grab a paper for you and write it down." He leaned off the threshold of the door and scooted into the restaurant, grabbing a napkin and scribbling down Cameron's address and handing it over.
Ava finds his attempt at humor less than amusing and her face shows just how much she didn’t enjoy it. She takes the napkin and stuff it into her pocket when the bartender hands it over. “Thanks for the help,” She tells him, the annoyance still in her tone. Turning, she walks away from the restaurant. After checking out the address scribbled on the napkin, she figures out where she needs to go.
Cameron had risen later than what he usually did. He woke at nine-thirty and had a bottle of beer for breakfast, feeding Lily and unlocking the doggy door for her to go do her business. He flopped down on the couch with a faint groan, shouldering on a sweater and a pair of gym shorts so he felt somewhat comfortable. He went to pick up his phone and dial the insurance company, only to catch himself staring at fhe screen.
Ava wonders around for a while until she spots what appears to be the right place. Taking a breath, she pauses to think about if she should be doing this or not. With a sigh, she approaches the door and knocks a few times. While she waits, she keeps a close eye on Kreja while he sniffs around. They usually tend to stay out of this area of the city so this is a new expirance for him.