Tonight, Ava Wilson looks cute. Cute skirt, dark blue tee with a sliiiightly plunging neckline-- admittedly, she's sitting down, but that still leaves her with the plunging
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She was already a little ... not on-edge ... okay, on-edge ... to be hanging out with Riley in plain sight again, so in that sense she was prepared for something to happen; this is probably why all that happens is she ducks quickly to pick up some of the Jenga blocks on the floor, adjusting her silvery headband as she does.
Oh please oh please do not come over here.
While not intentionally an outgoing message, it is terribly fervent.
"Looks like most of them missed the glass!" she calls cheerfully, to Riley.
The communique, while sudden, is actually the welcome kind of surprise (as opposed to the unwelcome kind, which would involve D'Hoffryn marching over and asking her to dig up something from 1902, while Riley blinked a lot). Nevertheless, she does jump a bit, and ew what is that in her hair now?
Ava glances to Riley as she sets a few Jenga pieces back on the table, and sends back a message:
Ummm. If you do, maybe I don't work for you? I'm still keeping that on the down-low around here.
Someone waves to a rat and orders a glass of something raw and wriggling.
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She was already a little ... not on-edge ... okay, on-edge ... to be hanging out with Riley in plain sight again, so in that sense she was prepared for something to happen; this is probably why all that happens is she ducks quickly to pick up some of the Jenga blocks on the floor, adjusting her silvery headband as she does.
Oh please oh please do not come over here.
While not intentionally an outgoing message, it is terribly fervent.
"Looks like most of them missed the glass!" she calls cheerfully, to Riley.
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Hey. So should I come over there?
Mmmm grubworms.
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Ava glances to Riley as she sets a few Jenga pieces back on the table, and sends back a message:
Ummm. If you do, maybe I don't work for you? I'm still keeping that on the down-low around here.
Except from Bela.
Annnnd sent.
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"You've -- got a few floaters," he says, half amused and half sheepish, as he looks at the tiles in the remains of Ava's beer.
(There was a flash just behind him a minute or two ago, but when he glanced over his shoulder, it was just some big blue guy with horns sitting there.
Milliways.)
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He eyes Riley, and judges him to be fairly unobservant; with a wave of his hand, he becomes someone else, and wanders in the direction of the table.
"Ava! And some guy! Hi."
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So much for keeping this thing a secret, but at least he's undercover.
"Hey boss!" Ava says cheerfully. "Nice to see you. This is Riley!"
Mr. Riley Last-Name-Purposefully-Omitted.
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Beat.
"...Ava's boss."
(Names are helpful, Ava.)
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He thrusts out a purposeful hand; in this outfit, he's a no-nonsense business type. "Any relation to Sam Riley? You look a little familiar."
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In this case, the dream seems to be about being somewhere else.
(Normal girls get weirded out by bosses intruding on out-of-the-office social interactions, right?)
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(What? It's Ava's boss. You're friendly to the boss, right? Or at least polite.)
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Oh relax, he sends to Ava. I'm just getting a skin sample.
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"Just slightly tipsy Jenga," Ava replies cheerfully. She fishes a block out of her glass and sets it to dry on the table.
... And combs through her hair for whatever the heck she got in it back under the table.
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Beat.
"Ava's kicking my ass."
Can you say 'ass' to your girlfriend's boss? It's been so long since he's had to interact with a boss.
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(On the inside, she's somewhere between mortification and cracking up.)
"I guess it's just my fiercely competitive spirit."
Beat. "Though I am also a team player."
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