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"Ooh, I'm counting down the days." Ava didn't need to be told twice and immediately grabbed some bread from the basket. Being a shifter was hungry work; she could only imagine how hungry Stella must be. "Very true, but I'm insatiable. Bless him, he tries his best though." She grinned, "I almost wish I could show you the bow he wore for my birthday."

"Well, if I knew you were going to be so enthusiastic about it, I might have got you a different birthday present. There's always next year," she added with a smirk. Stella pushed the bread basket to the centre of the table for Ava to help herself. She was a frequent flyer in Nathan's basement - sorry, training centre. "Surely you've had your fair share of bites from a certain situationship anyway, no?"

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Ava knew that she would clean herself up, but did she have to do it so quickly? The red wine stain on her dress would just have to live happily in her memories. Since it was obvious she wasn't quite that drunk, Ava stood to her full height- close to six foot with those heels- and sniffed the remnants of her drink. "Smells fine to me. Must have turned putrid when it touched your skin."

Meghan hadn't noticed Ava; she was looking for the other tonight, she was supposed to be having fun. She finished her drink and was about to start dancing again before Ava collided with her. Her dress was covered in whatever Ava had been drinking. She rolled her eyes at Ava. "I don't know what's worse, you pretending or how cheap this smells?" She flicked her wrist, and her dress was already dry.

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Ava had been minding her own business, dancing by herself and drinking her troubles away in Cal's Club, when she spotted Meghan nearby. She was whining to someone about the quality of the drinks- nothing nefarious- but Ava saw red. She wasn't often one to say that she hated someone, but she hated Meghan Morrison. At least, she hated warlock Meghan Morrison; she was capable of understanding the distinction.

Sober enough to know better and drunk enough not to care, Ava found herself cutting through the crowd. As she reached Meghan, she faked a drunken stumble, knocking the drink from her hand and spilling it down the front of her outfit. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz!" Ava was well aware that Meghan could use magic to clean it in seconds, and that she wasn't exactly convincing, but it was still satisfying.

Meghan hadn't been the most active around town for a bit she had been working on some spells for Frederick, and some of it had been pretty taxing on her. But she had done and now had some free time to enjoy herself. She had been hanging around Cal's Club recently, drinking a fair amount losing track of how many at this point.

"You know I think this might not be strong enough."

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Ava had just finished a private training session with Nathan and was absolutely exhausted when she finally collapsed in the seat across from Stella. She had been wavering about whether to sit and get sweat on the upholstery, but she decided it was Nathan's own fault for working her too hard. "No?" She huffed, "Well, that's disappointing."

"You can sit down, you know," she offered, quirking a perfectly shaped brow above her sunglasses. "I won't bite."

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Ava cackled delightedly when Ian used magic to transform the stolen hat. She had always known that Ian Morrison had magic hands, but finding out that he was a witch was thrilling. Being thrown into the supernatural world had been jarring, but having him there, already having been a part of the world, made her transition a thousand times easier, and it really did not get old watching him work his magic.

Finishing her drink, Ava watched him disappear into the closet with a despicable grin on her lips. She glanced around the bar, making sure that the Franks were busy, before sauntering off after him. The door clicked shut behind her and her jaw dropped a little as she gazed down at the heels on Ian's feet. "You certainly don't do anything half-assed. Do you, Morrison?" Her eyes scanned the length of him, taking in every delicious inch and desperately wondering where she was going to find that bow. "You remembered my birthday." She overemphasised her swooning, but it didn't take much effort.

Ian let out a delighted, loud, laugh at her comment about Cargo Pants Elena. "The power of pockets. Watch out for the day those two team up and take out the town. The shelves will be barren, people will look down and they suddenly won't have their shoes. It'll be chaos. Oh, you don't have to tell me twice," he grinned, watching her straw bend along with the last of their self-control. Ian was already wavering, but that lip bite and cocked eyebrow really sealed the deal. Ian tapped his hand on the table, bouncing to his feet and shooting her a wink.

"See you in a minute," he whispered seductively. The theatrics were purely for fun and to at least pretend to Frank-and-Frank they weren't gonna do it. He swiped someone's hat off their table, turning it into a hard hat by the time it hit his head. When he closed the coat closet behind him, you could hear the click of the heels while he waited for Ava. Seductively. When the door opened at last, he settled against the back wall. "I didn't want to ass-ume anything, but I am currently wearing a big birthday bow." Where, he couldn't say.

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"Bet he didn't see that responsibility coming when he decided to ruin everyone's lives. Although, if I'm being honest, I actually quite like Cargo Pants Elena. You never know what she's going to unpack- emotionally and physically." She snorted before adding, "I think Salem would love a pair of cargos. Think of all the cat treats he could carry!"

Ava pressed a dramatic hand to her heart and pouted, "Thank you. Not that I mind getting a few twigs in my hair," she smirked suggestively, "But raccoon hair just isn't it." At those words, Ava almost bent the straw she was twirling over the edge of her glass and she didn't even try to hide her lip bite. "Por qué no los dos?" She cocked an eyebrow, glancing to their coat closet before returning her attention to Ian's lips.

"Between my questionable vision and Elena's cargo pants, it's full blown pandemonium in here. Big bad Engel is gonna have his hands full paying our dome-related therapy bills." Ian let out a laugh before having another long sip himself. A certified circus. He could only imagine! Then again, Ian's own living sitch wasn't exactly what you'd call regular. "I dunno what I'll do if Salem starts wearing cargos."

Ian grinned, watching that little smirk tug onto her perfect face. If anyone was gonna follow him into the filthy, sexy, gutter... it was his gal Ava. "Awesome news. You can tell, y'know. You've got that 'I haven't woken up with twigs in my hair in a hot sec' look about you. Glowing. The McArthurs will do you well." Ian leaned back in his seat, fighting off his own smirk. The coat closet in the back might just be calling their names. "You want me in my hard hat or heels? Either way, I'm willing to work."

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"It's the dome... It does things to people." She nodded, sticking her straw back into her mouth in an attempt to not laugh and give herself away. It was the little things. Ian held his hands out and Ava was struck with the sudden desire to reach for them. There was a time when that would have been the most natural thing in the world and now it just made her sad. Shaking her head of the thought, Ava took a long drink and then laughed. "It's a certified circus, but it's better than being homeless. Elena discovered cargo pants a while back, so I think she might be close to a breakdown."

Ava smirked at his emphasis on 'stuff'. It was an innocent enough question, but they knew each other too well to not know exactly where their minds would go. "My shifter stuff is fine. I'm not waking up in shrubbery anymore, so that's a win, and it helps being surrounded by people like me." She paused, twirling her straw. "You'll have to work harder to find out about my other stuff."

"Tell me about it! And the faux fox around the neck? Gauche. What year is this?" Ian exclaimed, letting out the world's biggest sigh of relief. May this night continue to be ghost free. If he'd had less shots, he might have noticed the cheek behind her little smirk already. Ava wasn't above messing with him (as was her right). He leaned back in his seat, trying to ignore the hat behind them, and held his hands out. "I'm rambling on and you're letting me. We've gotta hear about you now, c'mon. How's the fucked up family sitch at Hotel McArthur? How's your-," he lowered his voice, winking dramatically- "Stuff?" Meaning, being a shifter but also maybe not.

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Ava was nodding with her straw in her mouth, indulging Ian with his ramblings about day drinking, when he suddenly interrupted himself in favour of someone behind her. Swivelling in her chair, she looked in the direction he was indicating and, of course, there was no one fitting that description. The corner of her mouth twitched as she turned back to him. "That is quite the bold choice of attire for Franks'. She's going to knock someone out with that thing." The thing about Ava was that, no matter how long they were trapped in this town, she still found ways to have a good time.

"I'm telling you, day-drinking has gone up by at least 5000% in the last 3 years. Not that I'm complaining, I'll do it with the lights on or off. I'll---," he trailed, blinking several times and looking behind their head. "Um... Do you see that lady in the giant hat over there or nah?"

@havensdalestarters

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𝒜𝓋𝒶 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑔𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓎

Pronouns: She/Her Birthday: 4th May 1994 (23) Species: Shifter Alliance: Good - Resistance Ally (very involved, almost member) Location: Inside the dome

So What Happened?

Well, fuck, right? Everything had truly gone tits up for the Montgomerys (and, y'know, the rest of the entire town!). Ava was minding her own business one minute, fleeing her house the next, while Havensdale was being eaten by the creatures of the night. Yeah, totally fuckin' bananas!

The Bad GuysTM took over Montgomery Manor, but thankfully, the McArthurs took them in. She's been sharing a room with Elena Montgomery (Jackson's room, Elena! Not 'the dead man's bed') but that's not the only reason she's wanted to scream.

Ava can do 'chill' all day long, but everything was a bit much now, don't you think? While she was living with the McArthurs, she'd started to disappear in the middle of the night; wake up in weird places, come home covered in dirt and leaves... The McArthurs started to suspect what Ava might be before she did.

Then one morning around the dining table, Stella McArthur brings it up in front of everyone because there's no way that Ethan-and-Felcity had some love baby (ew!). And they hadn't, of course. Ava was so confused when the overlapping yelling started, but if she'd been paying attention, she would have seen the look her mom and Aunt Andy shared.

And then it all comes out! Ava Montgomery is the bastard child of the weatherman-- Gorgeous frickin' George Weston! Who, BTW, is a SHIFTER, so Ava is also a shifter. And her biological mom? Her Aunt Andy Parker. Try processing that on a Sunday morning!!

Ava has been in the throes of existential dread ever since the truth came out. You know-- what is life? What are any of us? What is the TRUTH? 'Cause everyone is a damn good liar, you know? And where did Danny McReid go? In fact, where did half the town go!? She'd later come to learn about the Resistance.

In the meantime, she sporadically goes back to ex-boyfriend current-whatever Ian Morrison to spill her guts, be messy with, regrettably hook up with-- regret it, rinse and repeat. Now she knows Ian is a witch as well and the truth about Mark coming back from the dead. And all the other messed up gossip in this town.

Ava, of course, immediately confided in her human BFF Rebecca Jacobs. She also suspects that there's something going on with Elena-and-Henry, like, something definitely HappenedTM that Elena doesn't want to talk about. But hey, what happens in and out of the dome...

Does she think about approaching her bio-dad, Gorgeous George, man still currently on TV? Yes. Yes, she does. Has she done it? No, absolutely not!

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