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Cameron grabbed the bottle back and took a swig of the vodka before sitting up with her, setting down the bottle with a happy noise. The Russian seemed to enjoy his first drink.
"Alright, here." He set up a game of War.

Ava takes the cards from him and pulls them out of the box. Once they’re properly shuffled, she hands them back to him so he can get it all set up. She picks the bottle up again and takes her first swig of the liquid. “Let’s get this game started.”

"Yep, here you go. We'll each have three cards and just put one down. Whoever has the highest wins." He gestured for her to start as he took another drink of vodka, running his tongue over his lips and grinning again.

Picking up her cards, she just takes the first one and sets it down. The card is a seven. She glances over to him and grins. It’s a simple game which makes it easy and fun to play, even if they go overboard with the vodka.

Cameron plopped down one of his cards. It was a three. He grinned back at her and took a third swig of vodka happily. He could down a lot of vodka, being both Russian and a big guy. He slid her the pair of cards and set down a second card. a six.

Ava rolls her eyes in amusement at him. She sets the pair of cards aside before selecting her next card, a four. After placing it down, she takes the bottle and takes a drink. She drinks a lot more than the average person and has built up a tolerance of sorts so she can hold her liquor well.

Cameron watched her drink and collected the pair of cards, humming softly. He gestured for her to start again, pulling the vodka in the middle and sitting up with a yawn.
"This is fun, eh? Vodka's good."

Ava sets down her last card with a hum. It shouldn’t be too hard to beat the two she put down. She takes the bottle and takes a drink. “Yes to both.” Vodka is always good and drinking games are usually pretty fun.

Cameron set down a one that somehow lost to her pathetic two and stuck out his arm. "Gimme, you're hogging the bottle," He said jokingly with a grin. He didn't feel buzzed at all, just wanted more vodka.

Ava grins at him when he actually looses to her two. She sticks her tongue out at him before taking another swig. “There ya go.” Once done, she finally passed the bottle to him. “Does this mean that I win?”

Cameron took it from her and swigged it, leaning back to look down at their game. "I suppose so. It's more fun just to sit around and drink, huh?" He asked with a smile and a deep laugh. He took another mouthful and looked at the bottle. The tall bottle was halfway empty.

Ava collects the pair of cards and sets them off to the side. “We would have to compete with the dogs trying to steal the cards and vodka from us if we did this at home.” Laughing, she fondly remembers the last time something like this was attempted. She takes the drink back from him when he’s done.

Cameron laughed again and shook his head. "You're too right. It's nice to be able to sit back and drink with you, though." He pouted when she took the drink from him, but let her. If it were up to him, they'd each have their own bottle. He'd be able to finish his own bottle, albeit passed out on the ground afterwards or stupid drunk. Maybe it was good that he was sharing it.

“Mm, definitely. Don’t get me wrong, I love those hellhounds but it’s nice not to have to worry about them getting into stuff they shouldn’t be getting into.” Ava hogs the bottle for a couple of minutes before passing it back. Though wise, sharing alcohol isn’t necessarily fun. “I hope they’re behaving or we might never get another chance like this.”

Cameron hummed in response, sticking his arm out when he felt she was hogging it too long. He took it and drank the rest, setting the bottle aside with a soft nod.
"You're right. I'm sure dad's taking care of them alright."

Ava sighs and leans up against the side of the bed. The card game had been fun but they’re right back where they started now that it’s over. The fact that the vodka is gone doesn’t help either.
“Yeah, I’m sure that they’re all having a great time.”

Cameron frowned a little as he leaned up next to her. "I bet. Do you want more alcohol? I'm between that point of delightfully buzzed and angry that I'm not drunk enough." He laughed softly and stood up with a small stumble, then over to the mini fridge.

Ava chuckles as she nods her head in agreement. “Yeah, I’m right there with you. What’s left in the mini fridge?” More vodka or some whiskey would be great but she’s not picky enough to turn anything down. Stretching out a little, she turns her head to watch him as he checks the fridge.

"Hmmmm there's wine, but that's shit. The wine around here can be pretty bad. Ah– here's more vodka." He stowed his hand away and pulled out another bottle, grinning ear-to-ear. He popped it open and took a few slugs, hogging it for a bit.

“Ugh, wine shouldn’t be consumed unless necessary.” That’s far from her first choice. She only drinks that shit at parties when he father neglects to have an open bar. “Yes!” She cheers when he finds another bottle of vodka. After waiting less than patiently for him to drink some, she snags the bottle from him.

Cameron grunted his agreement over the neck of the bottle, licking his lips and plopping down heavily as she took the bottle from him.
"We shouldn't drink too much. We already had a full bottle." He burped faintly, blinking a couple times and grinning.

“It’ll be fine. We don’t have anywhere to go or anything to do. A little more can’t hurt. Besides, we split the first bottle.” Ava waves her hand at him, not concerned about this in the slightest. It’s been what seems like forever since they’ve gotten a chance to properly have fun and she wants to take advantage of this new freedom. She raises the bottle and drinks.

Cameron grunted and shrugged. He'd take any excuse to drink more, so he was okay with it, yawning wide and stretching. "So after we drink, do you wanna do anything? We usually do something with our newfound stupidity and confidence." He laughed and watched her drink, already wanting the bottle of Russian water back.

“Probably. It depends on how drunk we are and what there is to do.” Ava takes her time drinking, not willing to give it up quite yet. The liquid does wonders to improve her mood, even more so than the beach. After another few minutes of hogging the bottle, she reluctantly hands it over to him.

"Mhm. Alright. Gimmie." He took it from her when she offered it, deciding to hog it as much as she was, taking small, happy sips of the drink with soft hums. He threw an arm around her and sighed, shaking his head. "It's really boring down here on the floor."