Ava enters the house a split second after him and sighs softly. After pulling off her jacket and hanging it up, she pries off her heels and sets them off to the side. There's no barking or other signs of the dogs so they must still be sleeping upstairs.
Cameron sat at the table and uncorked his bourbon bottle, setting the bag it came in down before pouring a glass. He sipped at it, sighing softly.
"Do you want wine or vodka?"
Ava places the bag down on the table before she takes a seat. "Vodka." She has to be in the right mood for wine. Reaching up, she undoes the clip in her hair. She sighs softly when the rest of her blonde curls tumble down her shoulders.
Cameron reached down and picked up the bottle of vodka she picked out, pouring her a shot and sliding it over.
"I'll drink some when I finish this. It's a good drink."
Ava takes the shot and raises it up a little in thanks. "Sounds good," She says with a slight smile. Tipping the glass back, she swallows the vodka.
Cameron swallowed down his drink with a happy noise, setting the cup aside before pouring himself a shot and downing it.
"Alright, so we decided on two truths and a lie, right? I was thinking if you guess a lie, you have to take a shot, or if their truth gets discovered, the other person takes a shot."
Ava nods her head as she listens to the rules. "Yeah, that sounds perfect." This set of rules will definitely make things much more interesting. Drinking two truths and a lie is always fun. "Do you want to get us started?" She asks as she grabs the bottle and pours herself another shot of vodka.
"Hm, no, but I can." He chuckled and poured himself more bourbon as he thought over what to say. "When I was seven, I really liked mud. Sometimes I think about getting a second dog. And… I really dislike lemons."
She sits there for a few moments, considering the different options. "Hm…….the lie is that you really dislike lemons?" She takes a guess. Most kids like mud and playing in dirt at that age and him wanting another dog isn't too crazy.
Cameron grinned and shook his head. "Nope, I love lemon. If you've ever been to my restaurant you'd know. Or maybe you just don't remember. The lie was the dog thing. I really love my Lily and I can't replace her right now. Take a shot."
"I've been to your restaurant maybe a total of four times, give me a break," Ava chuckles, rolling her eyes. She picks up the glass and throws it back, drinking the vodka. "Alright, let's see……Cherry Garcia is my favorite type of icecream, I used to want a career on Broadway, and when I was ten I dyed my pet poodle pink using beet juice."
"Well, then maybe you should visit more often," Cameron scolded jokingly, his lips twitching in amusement. "Also, I think the second one is the lie." He set down his cup of bourbon. Interesting way to dye a poodle, with beet juice.
"Maybe I will, if only for the fried shrimp." Ava leans back against the chair, feeling perfectly relaxed. "The third one is the lie. I was never allowed to have pets, let alone dogs." The other exception to that rule was her precious nightingale. "Take a shot."
"Hm. Alright." He took the vodka happily, smacking his lips and refilling the cup. "Hmm… I went into the army, I played upright base in my school days, and I want to start a bottle cap collection."
"Please tell me that the bottle caps is a lie." She raises her brows, seriously hoping that she's right. The army one she can believe and she can appreciate playing the base but the bottle caps is just odd.
Cameron chuckled and looked at the cap of the vodka. "Depends. I won't collect stupid ones, but just like, ones that catch my eye, you know? It's a truth. I wasn't in the army– I was a deployment in my hometown. In Russia they don't really have an 'army'. But technically I was a Marine, as Americans would say. Take a shot."
Ava stares at him for a moment before taking a shot. "I definitely wouldn't have pegged you for the type of person to collect bottlecaps of all things." It's rather baffling that collecting bottlecaps is in interest of anyone. "So you were a Russian Marine?'' This is a surprising piece of information. "For how long?"
Cameron sipped at his bourbon with a soft hum and nod. "Yeah. I at least would have hoped you picked up I was Russian when you were living here for a few years. But I was a deploy for seven years. I joined when I was seventeen and immigrated here. Thankfully my mum taught me English before she died, so I didn't have much trouble. I actually worked as a translator in the nineteen nineties. It was fun." He grinned.
"Yeah, I figured out the Russian thing but you never told me the rest." Ava considers this new bit of information for a few moments, processing it. "Which part of Russia are you from?" She's been there a few times so she might have been in the area which would be pretty cool. "What exactly did you do as a translator? It sounds pretty interesting."
"I'm from Samara. Since in the nineties the whole big thing after the cold war was still around, suspicion in Russian spies and stuff, they used me for the occasional decoding of things. But they had a whole staff of Russians on the team who had immigrated in and pledged their allegiance to America. It was alright, but the whole thing was kind of degrading after a while. So I quit." He poured a third cup of bourbon.
"Samara? I think I went there when I was seventeen," She says thoughtfully. As he talks, she listens intently, occasionally taking a drink. "I can't believe that you decoded messages from spies and I definitely can't believe that you didn't tell me before." This is something that she's really interested in. "Well, I'm glad that you're here now."
"It's a nice place. I want to go back and visit family sometime," He hummed in his rumbly voice, taking a swig of his bourbon and leaning back in his seat with a sigh. "Let's go sit in the living room. I want to relax." He grabbed up the bottle of bourbon, his shot glass, and the two bottles of vodka, turning and walking into the living room.
Grabbing her shot glass, she stands and follows him into the living room. The kitchen chairs aren't that uncomfortable but the living room furniture is much better. "Do your sisters live there or just some extended family?" She asks as she claims one of the chairs, curling up on it. Once she's settled, she pours herself another glass of vodka.
Cameron relaxed on the couch, leaning his weight into the foot of the couch and stretching his legs along the comfy surface.
"My father and my aunts live out there. As well as more cousins and stuff I haven't seen in years," Cameron hummed, nodding. "Extended, basically."
Ava sips at the vodka this time, savoring this glassful of the liquid. "Russia is pretty nice in July and August, it's not too cold then." Her disdain for cold weather and snow hasn't changed at all, though she has gained an appreciated with snow boarding and skiing. "When was the last time you saw all of them?" She asks him curiously.