[The knock on the door almost rattles her out of her skin. She knows it is Karson, because no one else would be visiting her, but still the idea that it's some cop or something who was stalking her texts and is now here to arrest her comes to mind, and Avery is briefly, irrationally terrified.
And then she realises that she's being fucking stupid.
Not that she hasn't been acting stupid all goddamn day.
The moment they agreed upon this little rendezvous, Avery began frantically cleaning her apartment. There were things that became tidied that were never meant to be tidied whilst in her possession. It honestly began to scare her. She vacuumed. She swept. She threw out useless junk. She put shit on bookshelves like an actual human being.
She bought a stoner fancy light thing ages ago but never ended up using it, but now she takes it out. It's an oscillating cap full of coloured plastic that sends beams of coloured light around the room, which is probably fun as hell when you're high. Unfortunately they're not doing fucking MDMA, but it'll do.
She buys pizza. She doesn't actually know Karson's favourite kind of pizza, but she does know Crab's (what the fuck is her life) and so she gets a goddamn stuffed crust pizza with extra sausage, and no one can judge her if she doesn't admit to it.
She takes every soft thing in the apartment and piles it on the end of her bed, which is where she plans on placing him. She leaves a single throw pillow for herself on the other end of the bed.
The fact that she makes a goddamn playlist is a given, but it's still kind of stupid. She goes for some classically inspired stuff, a lot of instrumentals and electro with little to no vocals. She actually spends two and a half days making the playlist perfect, ordering the songs together so the segues are flawless and smooth, which is ridiculous because he is probably not going to pay attention and neither will she.
Avery does it anyway.
In the end, she's so fucking high strung over so many things that there's nothing more to be high strung about. She ends up finding one more thing, and so she packs the pipe before he gets there... and then ends up rolling a joint as well, figuring she'll give him his choice of the two.
Having no other choice but to admit that there's nothing else she can do, Avery slinks over to the door and opens it up.] ... Hey.
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And then she realises that she's being fucking stupid.
Not that she hasn't been acting stupid all goddamn day.
The moment they agreed upon this little rendezvous, Avery began frantically cleaning her apartment. There were things that became tidied that were never meant to be tidied whilst in her possession. It honestly began to scare her. She vacuumed. She swept. She threw out useless junk. She put shit on bookshelves like an actual human being.
She bought a stoner fancy light thing ages ago but never ended up using it, but now she takes it out. It's an oscillating cap full of coloured plastic that sends beams of coloured light around the room, which is probably fun as hell when you're high. Unfortunately they're not doing fucking MDMA, but it'll do.
She buys pizza. She doesn't actually know Karson's favourite kind of pizza, but she does know Crab's (what the fuck is her life) and so she gets a goddamn stuffed crust pizza with extra sausage, and no one can judge her if she doesn't admit to it.
She takes every soft thing in the apartment and piles it on the end of her bed, which is where she plans on placing him. She leaves a single throw pillow for herself on the other end of the bed.
The fact that she makes a goddamn playlist is a given, but it's still kind of stupid. She goes for some classically inspired stuff, a lot of instrumentals and electro with little to no vocals. She actually spends two and a half days making the playlist perfect, ordering the songs together so the segues are flawless and smooth, which is ridiculous because he is probably not going to pay attention and neither will she.
Avery does it anyway.
In the end, she's so fucking high strung over so many things that there's nothing more to be high strung about. She ends up finding one more thing, and so she packs the pipe before he gets there... and then ends up rolling a joint as well, figuring she'll give him his choice of the two.
Having no other choice but to admit that there's nothing else she can do, Avery slinks over to the door and opens it up.] ... Hey.