InsaneJournal

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.