ooc: I'm setting this like.. A month and a bit ahead so Avery is actually "allowed" to drink again xD
Avery was trying. For Gavin's sake, she would continue trying until it worked and she an Audriana were the dearest of friends as she was with Gavin. It wasn't her fault, though, that the husband and wife were late. After five minutes, she had pulled out the phone she had convinced Robin to let her buy (along with one for him) and started scanning through. At ten minutes, a frown had crossed her face as she grew bored of her game and put her phone away. She didn't really mean to direct her annoyed look at the people around, but it happened all the same. People watching was sufficient until twenty minutes had passed.
Thoroughly disappointed - but unable to be truly angry at her long-time friend - Avery moved to sit at the bar and at least get herself something while she waited. It hit her too late that she had not consumed alcohol for upwards of nine months, and she was no longer certain what her game plan would be. Deciding to just go ahead with it, Avery requested a scotch and tucked her purse between her back and the upright part of the barstool. Leaning back, her hair fell past her shoulder and she turned her attention to the Puddlemere United match, easily spotting Ross.
Watching in silence, she ignored the pair of men sitting a couple stools down, even when they directed comments her way. They reminded her too much of the old versions of Keiran and Robin, and she didn't want to wonder what about them was still like these men. If any parts of their old selves would now make her cringe.
With her thoughts jumping to Robin, Avery had to wonder after him, as well as their daughter. She didn't doubt that her husband could keep the house from burning down, but they both were so new at this. It was her first evening away from Ariadne, and as reluctant as she had been to leave, Robin had convinced her to visit with her friends. And now, of course, they were not here.
Sighing heavily, Avery knocked back another gulp of the whiskey sat before her, and turned back to watching the match with as much attention as she could muster for it.
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