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Tweak says, "Poor Queequeg."

Avery Weston (selfdestructive) wrote in dbdthreads,
@ 2016-11-14 12:43:00

Entry tags:

avery weston, quinn scott

Who: Avery Weston and Quinn Scott
What: the usual: broodiness, baiting, snark, sarcasm
When: Nov. 14th, early evening
Where: their apartment
Warnings: reference to masturbation
Status: closed; ongoing

Avery had been at the garage all day, and under the circumstances he was in a decent enough mood. Working on engines was one of his favorite things to do, possibly because he could tune out everything else. He got into a zone where there was nothing but what he was working on, testing, trying out. It had been that way since he'd first started tinkering around with cars and trucks and had figured out that he was good at it. He'd been leaning toward restlessness and recklessness, wanting to head out of camp with his switchblade and find himself some action, but his day had staved that need off thus far.

Now he was making his way back to the apartment, hoping they had something decent for dinner there. A shower, maybe some tension relief while he was at it, and food. That was the plan, at least.

Avery was as dirty as he usually was after a day of mechanic work, grit in his hair, smudges on his face and arms, grease beneath his short nails, bitten down though they were. He unlocked the door and pushed his way inside, locking it behind him and then shrugging out of his jacket with a sigh. For lack of a better place to put it, he tossed it on a chair and set to unlacing his shoes.

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selfdestructive
2016-11-14 04:21 pm UTC (link)

Once in the bathroom Avery didn't bother to turn on the light. There was a small window with a opaque curtain over it that filtered in enough for him to see by. He stripped the rest of the way down, leaving his wallet, keys and the other assorted junk from his pants pcckets on the counter. Showering after work usually took him a while, because first he had to try to clean the grease from beneath his nails and out of every crease on his hands before he could actually get in. Ten minutes later, he'd gotten enough scrubbed away at the sink that he could finally get around to washing.

He scrubbed his hair and body thoroughly and quickly and then turned his attention to the tension release part of it. Under the spray of water, he could be anywhere, with anyone he wanted to imagine. Had Quinn not been home and waiting in the kitchen, he would've taken longer with it, but since he couldn't, he was shuddering to a quiet finish within a couple of minutes. That helped his mood somewhat, and soon enough he was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and plodding into the kitchen with damp hair.

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nothingiwant
2016-11-14 04:36 pm UTC (link)

Quinn stood when she heard the bathroom door open. She got to work grabbing two mugs down from the cabinet to pour the hot water into. She had settled on making tea, and wishing she could make it Irish. Getting nice and sloshed would have made life a hell of a lot easier.

She glanced at Avery as he entered the kitchen. "You smell better," she commented with a wry grin. "But I think I prefer you with dirt all over your face." She was kidding. Mostly. It was easier to figure out his mood by trying to provoke him. Being tender and understanding just wasn't in their nature.

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selfdestructive
2016-11-15 11:49 am UTC (link)

Quinn was annoying most of the time, but Avery was used to that. Maybe there was a part of him that even liked it. If not for her, he would have been living alone and probably uttering very few words to anyone. He missed his brother and wished he knew what had happened to Maynard, but at least he had one person left. He knew there were people here in camp who had no one at all.

He shrugged at her comment. "You can see that again next time I work in the garage," he said, then opened the cabinets they used as a pantry to see what was there.

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