(Sure!)
Cameron paid the bill and handed her a mint once it came back. He thought they had a wonderful date together. They spent a couple hours talking and reminiscing, as well as what was new (which overall wasn't a whole lot). Cameron found a newfound urge to go traveling from her stories from all around the world. It was cool, learning about her all over again, but still familiar with her.
"So, wanna go pick up some drinks?" He asked her, pocketing his wallet.
(Thanks!)
Ava had really enjoyed herself. As far as dates go, this will probably be in her top five. It's nice to be able to be this comfortable with someone on a first date. Usually things are too awkward for anyone to have any fun. Pulling her jacket back on, she glances over to him and nods. "Yeah, that would be great." The thought of having to go back to the hotel already is depressing. She'd much rather spend more time with him.
(Np)
Cameron stood and stretched out. "We spent a while here. Anyway, there's a good liquor store just around the corner we can stop in on and drive home to enjoy it." He lead the way out, holding the door open for her with a hand, the other in his pocket. His face was set in a comfortable smile. He was pretty content at the moment, happy to relax with her.
Ava stands as well and pushes her chair in. Lifting her arm, she checks her watch. They had spent a lot more time her than she had thought. Time really does fly when you're having fun. She exits the building, offering a small smile when he holds the door open. "Such a gentleman," She teases him lightly. It feels good to joke like this and to be relaxed.
Cameron chuckled and jogged after her after holding the door for another person, falling into step with her. "So, what kind of drinking games should we play? I'm getting vodka, so it should be fun." A slight grin poked at his cheeks. He had definitely landed on vodka for his drink of the night. "You can get whatever you want, I'll pay for it."
"Drinking games? It's like high school all over again," Ava comments with a quiet chuckle. Her high school years were crazy to say the very least. "Hm, two truths and a lie, never have I ever, and truth or dare or drink are always interesting." Tilting her head slightly to the side, she thinks about it. "I'll just get some vodka as well but I can pay for my own."
Cameron glanced at her, opening the door to the liquor store. "Two truths and a lie sound interesting enough. I just wonder how it would work." He waved his hand. "Come on, let me pay. Like the old days, when you didn't have a credit card." He chuckled softly and crossed the small store to the vodkas.
Ava steps into the store and glances around. It's not very big but it's got what they need. "If it makes you feel better, I still don't have a credit card." She grins a little as she follows him over to the vodkas. After studying the selection for a minute, she grabs one of the bottles.
Cameron chuckled and picked one of his own, taking hers to keep with him so he could pay for it. "Great. Want anything else? I might get a couple wines, too…" He meandered off, but paused at the bourbon. A particular bottle had caught his eye, and he swiftly took it. Then he moved on to grab a wine, and swing to the counter to pay.
Ava merely hums quietly and shakes her head. She'll look around but the vodka should be good enough for her. Moving through the aisles, she glances around at all of the different options but nothing is calling to her right now. Noticing that Cameron is already at the counter, she heads over to him and pulls out her wallet. "Let me pay." She's already taking out some money to do so.
Cameron had already whipped out his credit card in a blink and handed it over to the expectant machine on the counter.
"No, I will not let you pay. Most of this is mine, and I might as well pay for this." He hummed and accepted his card back, taking the bag of alcohols once they were bagged.
"You are a stubborn pain in the ass," Ava tells him, shaking her head a little. She shoves the money back into her wallet before tucking it away in her bag. "At least let me help you carry some of it." Since he's too stubborn to let her pay, this is the least she can do.
Cameron stuck his tongue out at her as he crammed the receipt into his pocket and walked out of the little store with soft hums. He flipped his keys out of his back pocket, holding them limply in his free hand to ensure they don't go anywhere. He was going to make sure they got home.
Ava rolls her eyes in amusement before she walks after him. The temperature outside is a sharp contrast to what it was in the store. She huffs a little and wrinkles her nose in disdain. Reaching out, she takes ahold of one of the bags. "Come on, let me help."
"Nah," Cameron hummed lightly, smacking her hand with his keys. "You're gonna be empty-handed and like it, Ava." He grinned and looked up at the sky. "Fall is so wonderful, isn't it?" It was a nice, breezy night.
"Hey!" Ava scowls and withdraws her hand when he smacks her with the keys. "So rude." She fixes him with a joking look of disapproval before she nudges his shoulder with hers. "The weather is pretty nice. Unfortunately, the changing leaves are also a sign that I'm getting old."
"Ah, you think you're old? Give me a break," He huffed jokingly in response, smiling. He nudged her back with a shoulder, approaching his car and unlocking it.
"Get on in, Ava. Stop your complaining." He opened the passenger's door for her and rounded the car to the driver's.
She childishly sticks her tongue out at him before climbing into the car and getting buckled up. "I have rights and it's my right to complain." Leaning back against the seat, she digs into her pocket and pulls out a penny. "You might be old, and I mean old," She teases, "but you're retired and I'm still working." She starts to rolls the penny along on top of her hand.
"Heyeheyehyeey I am not retired. I just don't like killing anymore. I'm not interested." He sighed, starting the car. "'Course you kill for money but I have the restaurant which has really picked up. I make a lot of money all the time. I put away my hood and gun, but I'll pick it back up if I really need to. Which I probably won't."
"That's called being retired. If ya don't do it anymore then that's what it is." She smiles innocently at him. "I don't kill for money, there's no paycheck for this," She corrects, shaking his head. "Are you happy being retired? Are you really okay with just running the restaurant?" This is something that she's genuinely curious about. Everyone she knows that no longer in the business is dead.
"So you don't kill for money. You just kill. Ugh. I just can't find that thrill anymore, and the money isn't worth it. And yeah, I am. I'm not doing anything illegal and I can pick my own schedule. I think I've pushed my luck so many times I can't risk it anymore." He sighed and tightened his grip on the wheel as he drove. "I just don't like it. I wanted to be a little bit more normal, I suppose."
"It's not like that." She sighs heavily and looks down. Killing isn't something that she just randomly decided would be fun, she was raised to do it and it's just what she has to do. "Well, I'm glad that you're happy," She tells him quietly, her words sincere. It might not be what she thinks it normal but it makes him happy so she won't say anything more about the subject.
"Right…" He ran his hands down the wheel and gripped it hard in his large hands. He was mentally and physically ready to drink away this awkwardness with her. That would make him a lot more happy than anything right now in his life, really.
Soon he pulled into his driveway, grabbing the drinks and taking out his keys.
For the rest of the drive, she just sits there quietly, occasionally fidgeting due to the awkwardness that now hangs in the air. She wastes no time in grabbing a bag and climbing out of the car once it's parked. At least now they'll be drinking. That usually solves the problem.
Cameron stood and unlocked the house door, locking his car and setting down his keys. He kicked off his shoes and slipped off his belt, still pretty comfortable around her despite the time apart. He walked into the kitchen and took out a pair of shot glasses and a glass for his bourbon with ice.