WHO: Andy & Claire WHAT: Meeting in person; hanging out WHEN: This afternoon WHERE: Starting in the lobby of the complex, maybe moving to Andy's room, maybe taking a walk? Who knows. RATING: TBA but most likely PG or PG-13 if for no other reason than Andy's foul mouth.
Andy was not one to say no to the company of a hot chick. Ever. It might have bitten him in the ass a time or two, but Andy was a glass-half-full kind of guy most of the time, so he was always willing to give it a go. Claire had managed to get under the Evil filter, so she was probably not going to be an issue. Plus, he might not have any training in combat or self-defense, but if something bad went down, he always had old reliable: the mind control. While he was not a big fan of using it anymore, with the exceptions of harmless personal gain like a bag of weed or...you know...a van, if he had to, he knew how and wouldn't hesitate. He hadn't possibly gotten that rusty over the chunk of time in which he'd been dead, surely.
It was true that Andy didn't like to go outside much, now, but it wasn't comfortable feeling that way. He'd always been the type to be out and about and cabin fever did not suit him well. Though, between Ava blowing up his entry the first time he'd bothered with it and then running into her at the supermarket when he was trying to innocently get some munchies, well...needless to say, he wasn't terribly interested in another chance encounter with the bitch, especially since she was a goddamn nutcase who apparently had it out for him for no reason other than the fact that she was a deadly combination of batshit crazy, paranoid, and powerful. No thank you. Never even mind the fact that he was a demon's dream because, from what he gathered, he was easily manipulated by them since he hadn't quite figured out how to take the reins on that one yet...yeah, he wasn't taking his chances yet.
So, the idea of hanging out with someone, especially a totally hot someone, without having to leave the comfort of his room again before he was super prepared for anything that could be sent his way was a pretty damn tempting one. He kinda wished he had some weed right now, but that Puck kid was taking his goddamn time getting him the contact information and, all things considered, it'd been a long ass time since his last toke, so it wasn't like it was killing him not to have it. He just, you know, wanted it. It made things more fun because he could be more calm and relaxed. To Andy, the ganj was like a free and easy way to treat anxiety and depression. When he smoked it, he forgot how much he missed Tracy. When he was stoned, he didn't have the memory of the gunshot echoing in his ears or the sight of Webber dropping down to the ground and oozing blood from the bullet wound in his back bouncing around in his head. It was easier to forget that he'd killed his twin brother; easier to forget that Tracy, the love of his fucking life, was terrified of him. It was a lot easier to forget the way it felt to have his heart ripped out of his chest by a demon at the hands of that nutty bitch Ava...so yeah, he wished he had some pot. But, he didn't, and hanging out with someone else to end the solitude for a bit wouldn't exactly suck either.
Andy made his way down the elevator to the lobby. He hadn't quite planned out exactly what they were going to do, but he'd have been lying if he hadn't a few ideas of what he'd like to do. Not that he was gonna go there, because here was neither the time nor the place to try and mack it up with some girl he'd just met, since he couldn't just skip town to avoid her if he felt like he needed to. Not yet, anyway. So, with what he wanted to do off the table, he'd have to think of something else and without having a bag of weed and a bong, well...he was quite honestly kind of shot for ideas. Hopefully she'd have some...or maybe she was as well-read as the others who had responded to his post and they could talk literature. Andy would be cool with that, too.
When he got to the lobby, he leaned against a wall and waited. He wasn't sure whether Claire would be coming from another place entirely or if she'd be hopping on the elevator from whichever floor she was on, so he chose a wall from which he could see both the entrance and the elevator doors. Then, he waited.