Ava listens quietly, taking in his words. “They sound like fun,” She comments, sincere about this. If they had been some sort of stuffy and lovely dovey couple, she wouldn’t have been able to bite her tongue. “I’m assuming that they don’t but I’m going to ask anyways. Do they know about your nighttime activities?” She questions, just wanting to confirm. Letting something like that slip could be devastating.
Cameron's hands uncomfortably kneaded the wheel under his muscular hams. "No, they don't. Fortunately I got into that type of business when I was out of college. I'll make sure we both get away unscathed. Until then, we have a bit to drive, so… is there any sort of thing you want to tell me?"
“Yeah, I figured as much,“ Ava murmurs with a quiet sigh. Being an assassin or a gun for hire isn’t a fact that people enjoy sharing. He started in college? She can’t help but be curious as to why. “Like what?” She questions, wondering what she would need to tell him.
Cameron shrugged. "I dunno. What type of food you like? What type of people you can't stand? We haven't known each other for too too long, so there's still some stuff I don't know about 'cha."
Ava looks over to him and studies him for a minute, trying to decide if he’s being serious. After a moment, she just sighs quietly. What does she have to loose if she answers a few questions? “I love spicy foods but I have a horrible sweet tooth. People who have an arrogance about them but are obviously stupid drive me crazy. Dogs are my favorite animal and green is my favorite color. I’m adopted and I have an older brother. The smell of grape koolaid makes me sick,” She rattles off a few random facts about herself. “I was kicked out of private Chatholic school for physically assaulting a nun.” She ends the list on something a little more interesting than the others.
"Physically assaulting a nun?" He burst out with a puncuated rise of his eyebrows, glancing at her. "How in the world did she get you to do that, Ava?" He asked, quickly looking back at the road. The other facts about her had seemed normal and go-lucky. But he decided not to pass them over. If he wanted to get her a gift of some sort in the future (like for her birthday or Chirstmas) then the knowledge would be required.
“She had it coming!” She exclaims, though grinning. “Ah, that’s actually a fun story. Okay, I was born on Halloween, right? My adoptive mother swore that I was the spawn of satan because of this and the fact that I was a little shit. She was also super religious. When I was in highschool, I got shipped off to hell on earth. The fucking nuns believed my adoptive mother when she told them that I was evil. They constantly threw holy water at me, tried burning me with crosses, and all of that fun stuff. Anyways, about six months in, the head nun decided to call a priest for an exorcism after I accidentally set a desk on fire during science class. That didn’t go over well with me and I just snapped. Hit her upside the head with one of those giant crosses and then hailtailed it out of there. She didn’t get seriously hurt but she bitched and moaned about it so much that my father had to pay the hag to keep her trap shut,” She explains with a dramatic huff. “To this day, I’m not allowed within five hundred feet of that nun or the school.”
(Hello?)
(Sorry! I'm working on response now, it's just really hard to respond rn. I'm not really feeling writing atm. But I'll get one up soon, I'm sorry for the delay!)
(It's fine! Don't worry about rushing a post. I was just wanting to make sure that everything was okay with you)
(Thank you for worrying! I've just been really out of it, considering Spring Break for us is approaching so…)
(We just had Spring Break where I am so I know how crazy and busy it gets.)
(Oh lmao. I'm just being really lazy, and I'm only motivated for a few things right now. I'm really sorry this RP isn't one of those, but trust me it's still really good! Maybe we could just skip again? I'm sorry.)
(It's fine, really! I understand that you're busy and that sometimes motivation for writing is lacking. Yeah, we can definitely do a skip.)
(Aw thank you. In all honesty I'm just throwing "high school" mindset away for "lazy asshole" mindset, so once again, sorry! A skip sounds wonderful. Maybe after the party where they bonded over a couple drinks?)
(The lazy asshole mindset is one that I use quite often so I get it, don't worry. After the party and having bonded over drinks sounds good to me. Do you wanna start us off?)
(Lmao thanks for being so understanding. I can't even bring myself to put the rubber bands I need onto my braces, it's that bad. I don't want to start us off at all, but I can if you need me to.)
(Yeah, of course dude. Braces are the worst! I feel bad that you're stuck putting the rubber bands on them, that was never fun. I can start us off. Where should they be?)
(Braces are the worst. All I have left to do is realign my jaw, so I have like, maybe four months left, and I'm just done with them. I've had them for quite a while and I'm donnne with them. Thanks for that. Um I guess back at Cameron's house.)
(They really are. It's like being tortured 24/7 just to have normal teeth. Only four months left? That's great! You must be so excited to get them off! Yeah, I'll get us started.)
Ava sits on the couch in the living room, her feet propped up on the coffee table. "Your friends are a fucking riot," She tells Cameron, a grin on her face. The party had been a lot more fun than she had expected. She had actually enjoyed herself and social events really aren't her thing. Kreja lifts his head and stares at her, his blue eyes locked on his owner. She chuckles at the dog before reaching over to pet his head.
(Ugh I wish I had normal teeth again. My teeth are so gray and yellow with these stupid things 😖
I'm so excited to get them off! You have no idea man, I've had them on for two yearsss… thank you!)
Ava sits on the couch in the living room, her feet propped up on the coffee table. "Your friends are a fucking riot," She tells Cameron, a grin on her face. The party had been a lot more fun than she had expected. She had actually enjoyed herself and social events really aren't her thing. Kreja lifts his head and stares at her, his blue eyes locked on his owner. She chuckles at the dog before reaching over to pet his head.
Cameron chuckled as he plopped down into the armchair, loosening his tie with a low sigh as he relaxed.
"They are sure are. They know how to throw one hell of a party, even after all these years. Though they still manage to keep it nice and clean… it's fucking awsome. We have to go to another one again."
(Damn, two years……..That sucks! I was stuck with mine for almost four years and was utterly miserable the entire time I had 'em.)
"Yeah, we really should," Ava agrees, nodding her head. "The next time they throw a party, I'd be more than happy to attend as your plus one." It had been a little awkward at first but once everyone warmed up and got comfortable, things got really crazy really fast. It was fucking amazing and she loved it.
(Ugh four years? I'd rip them out myself. Hopefully your teeth look good, though.)
Cameron nodded, grinning. "I'd love to invite you again. It felt a lot better with you as a plus one than like, anybody else I know. You can really throw a party, but a classy one. I'm impressed," He breathed, fluffing up his hair before looking around for Lily, who hopped up in his lap suddenly.