Trying to be sneaky when your drunk is difficult. Trying to sneak into a house full of werewolves when you’re drunk is downright impossible. Even when they’re sleeping, she makes far more noise than she should. It doesn’t matter that she knows this house like the back of her hand, she’s bound to stumble into something.
(She also really shouldn’t be drunk at the moment. She is a little too young to be drinking, but it was a bad Calling day, and as far as she’s concerned, she’s earned it.)
She moves one hand out ahead of her, trying to navigate her way slowly to Alek’s bedroom so she can crash into bed and curl up next to him, but before she can make it to the stairs, her hand strikes against something warm and solid in front of her.
“When did you guys get heated walls?”
The words slip past her lips before she even really thinks about it, as the wall steps forward and into the low patch of light in the middle of the room. That’s when she’s able to see that the wall isn’t a wall at all, but more of a person.
“Ava?”
“Oh.” She blinks for a moment, letting her hand continue to rest there for a moment, before she slowly withdraws it and flashes him a lazy smile. “Hi, Connor.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was drunk.” She always had a tendency to be more honest when she’s drunk. “And I didn’t want to go home to my grandma so I decided to come here instead.” And before he could protest her driving: “I took an Uber.”
“Good,” he says gently. There’s clear concern in his eyes as he moves closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to move her ahead of them. “Come on, then. Let’s get you to bed.”
“’kay.”
It takes them another five minutes to wrestle her up the stairs, and another two to get her out of her shoes and into bed, and Connor is ready to tuck her in and head back to bed himself, but before he can get too far, her hand stretches out to grab his wrist.
“Wait.” She wrestles her way out of the blankets into a sitting position. “Can you just stay? For a little bit?”
He glances back to her for a moment, before nodding, and moving to sit on the bed next to her, leaning back against the pillows as he does. “Alright. Just for a little while.”
Ava looks briefly grateful, before she shifts closer, curling up against his shoulder. “Thanks.”
“Why were you drinking?” The question isn’t asked out of judgment, but more concern, and she can pick up on it coming off him in waves. She wrinkles her nose as she debates how to respond.
“I had a bad day. Calling wise.” She wrinkles her nose. “It was a bad emotional day, and I was … taking it out on other people.” It’s not something she’s proud of, but it’s what was happening. “Sometimes being drunk makes everything seem a little more … floaty.”
“Why was it a bad day?”
That’s she’s a little less forward about, just staying quiet against his shoulder. But after a moment, the need to get the words out overrides everything else. “Anniversary of when my mom left.”
Connor, thankfully, doesn’t press her for more information about that. He just turns and presses a kiss to her forehead. “Just get some rest. I’ll make you some breakfast in the morning.”
She smiles softly at that, before closing her eyes and drifting off to dreamland. “You’re the best.”
ava/connor | riftverse | 609 words
CRASH!
“Shhhhhh!”
Trying to be sneaky when your drunk is difficult. Trying to sneak into a house full of werewolves when you’re drunk is downright impossible. Even when they’re sleeping, she makes far more noise than she should. It doesn’t matter that she knows this house like the back of her hand, she’s bound to stumble into something.
(She also really shouldn’t be drunk at the moment. She is a little too young to be drinking, but it was a bad Calling day, and as far as she’s concerned, she’s earned it.)
She moves one hand out ahead of her, trying to navigate her way slowly to Alek’s bedroom so she can crash into bed and curl up next to him, but before she can make it to the stairs, her hand strikes against something warm and solid in front of her.
“When did you guys get heated walls?”
The words slip past her lips before she even really thinks about it, as the wall steps forward and into the low patch of light in the middle of the room. That’s when she’s able to see that the wall isn’t a wall at all, but more of a person.
“Ava?”
“Oh.” She blinks for a moment, letting her hand continue to rest there for a moment, before she slowly withdraws it and flashes him a lazy smile. “Hi, Connor.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was drunk.” She always had a tendency to be more honest when she’s drunk. “And I didn’t want to go home to my grandma so I decided to come here instead.” And before he could protest her driving: “I took an Uber.”
“Good,” he says gently. There’s clear concern in his eyes as he moves closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to move her ahead of them. “Come on, then. Let’s get you to bed.”
“’kay.”
It takes them another five minutes to wrestle her up the stairs, and another two to get her out of her shoes and into bed, and Connor is ready to tuck her in and head back to bed himself, but before he can get too far, her hand stretches out to grab his wrist.
“Wait.” She wrestles her way out of the blankets into a sitting position. “Can you just stay? For a little bit?”
He glances back to her for a moment, before nodding, and moving to sit on the bed next to her, leaning back against the pillows as he does. “Alright. Just for a little while.”
Ava looks briefly grateful, before she shifts closer, curling up against his shoulder. “Thanks.”
“Why were you drinking?” The question isn’t asked out of judgment, but more concern, and she can pick up on it coming off him in waves. She wrinkles her nose as she debates how to respond.
“I had a bad day. Calling wise.” She wrinkles her nose. “It was a bad emotional day, and I was … taking it out on other people.” It’s not something she’s proud of, but it’s what was happening. “Sometimes being drunk makes everything seem a little more … floaty.”
“Why was it a bad day?”
That’s she’s a little less forward about, just staying quiet against his shoulder. But after a moment, the need to get the words out overrides everything else. “Anniversary of when my mom left.”
Connor, thankfully, doesn’t press her for more information about that. He just turns and presses a kiss to her forehead. “Just get some rest. I’ll make you some breakfast in the morning.”
She smiles softly at that, before closing her eyes and drifting off to dreamland. “You’re the best.”