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Here is what you need to know about Ava:

+ She's a brunette.

+ She kills people for fun and profit.

+ She has taken two showers today to diminish the potential lingering eau de hell, although she figures she's got to smell primarily of dusty files at the end of a long day at the office.

+ She's sitting on a couch in her sweats and purple sweater, clown nose necklace in evidence, and leafing with interest through a dusty and sinister-looking tome on demonology (next to a Feb/Mar 2008 issue of Cosmo).

[ooc: paper-writing and therefore slow-- spring break is just around the corner though!]

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"Yeah," he agrees. "I'm just ... wondering if it might be a good idea to suggest doubling up on shifts until we catch this guy."

"That's true," Ava agrees with a frown.

She claps a hand over her mouth.

"Oh my God, we could have at least had a staff meeting or something-- I don't even know if there's anybody but us working there right now, we should potentially get some ... volunteers."

"You totally should," he agrees. "Maybe coordinate with Security, even?"

She runs a hand through her hair, awkwardly.

"Do you think they'd be okay with that? I mean, Hermione and I are both young brunettes working at the ... site of some of the attacks, but ..."

He lifts one hand uncertainly, lets it drop. "It's worth asking?"

"Oh-- totally," Ava agrees.

She probably really does have to ask, this time.

Laaaaame. But you can't try to pass yourself off as an upright citizen without doing upright citizen followthrough at least some of the time.

Beat.

Sheepishly: "Am I being a noodge?"

Ava blinks, then snorts in surprised laughter. "A what?"

"A noodge? You know, like a ... nagging person? It's something my friend Jonathan used to say." Half a beat. "Still does, sometimes. I think his mom was one."

She giggles, bringing a hand up to her collar.

"Andrew-- no way are you being a noodge. Honestly, it's kind of nice having somebody look out for me around here."

Reassured (and a little embarrassed again), he smiles.

"Okay. Good."

Beat.

"...cause, you know. Yeah."

"... Yeah," Ava hazards, smiling faintly.

She suspects they're speaking the language of awkward.

"So ... thank you."

"It's cool," he says, looking up.

The thing is that I want to look out for you because I like you, his mind supplies, writing the dialogue ahead of him. Like, a lot. And -- no. The editor cuts in. Because I really like you. And ...

He chews his lower lip.

We've been friends now for, what, two years?

It's not the best opening, but maybe ... no, maybe he should wait for a better one. Maybe he should try to create a better one.

Because I care about you, suggests the editor.

Because I think maybe I --

"So, um," he says, "...anything else new lately?"

Ava considers this.

I've been meeting a ton of weirdly nice demons.

Elle threatened my afterlife. ~~In a sexy kinda way.~~

I'm headed to Nova Pylea and I hope nobody turns me into hamburger helper.

"Not really," she says apologetically.

A cheery shrug.

"You kind of heard it all with the books and the potential vampire stalker."

"Well, um."

Half a beat.

"Want to watch a movie or something?"

... Ruh-roh.

You know actually, she's surprised it's taken him this long. Or maybe more surprised that he's making this kind of move at all after this long. Don't things like this sort of-- wither and die if you don't get a positive response in a few weeks?

The thought makes her a little ill.

Still, even if the whole watching-a-movie scenario leads to kissing or groping or something like that, she-- she can totally deal with it. She's not entirely sure what she'll do, but if it ends up proving advantageous she can even start sobbing about how much she misses Brady.

She kind of wishes she still had her ring, for effect.

"Yeah," she says, smiling, and closes her book.

"Yeah, Andrew-- that'd be fun."

He beams.

"What do you like? Or should we tell Bar to surprise us?"

"I like surprises!" Ava says brightly.

A beat.

"You know, um. Within reason. Which no offense but Bar's not exactly known for? Maybe we should say something like 'no slasher movies' or 'no multidimensional porn' or ... something."

"...yeah," he says, "good point. Um."

Beat.

"Maybe we should narrow it further. Something funny?"

"I'm good with funny," Ava says cheerfully.

"Ummm."

She wrinkles up her nose.

"Yeah. Funny. But not with puppets? Unless it's Jim Henson, that'd be okay."

"What about cartoons?"

Her expression brightens.

"Like Saturday morning cartoons? Captain Planet, Rugrats?"

"Sure! Or old school classic Warner Brothers?"

"Oooh!"

She beams.

"I am all for this. My favorite is crossdressing Bugs Bunny. Or Speedy Gonzales!"

Brady never really liked watching cartoons as much as he did reality TV (luckily, a shared guilty passion), but they did enjoy them some Speedy Gonzales.

It's better when you're drunk!

"Okay," he says decisively. "How about we go ask Bar for something good with that in mind?"