NO ONE'S HERE [lark]

Well, nothing was ever going to go as you planned. If it did then life would probably be boring as hell, but there had to be some leeway. Lark trudged down the hall, holding her side and wincing every time she blinked. Her face hurt. Everything hurt, actually. At least I came out on top. A run-in with her element was never bound to end well for either side. You know, tempers and all. All it took was a minor verbal infraction and the hallway turned into a shouting match with fists and fire tossed into the mix. Fortunately her opponents were of tenth and eleventh grade status and she had the upper hand in stamina. Thank you Josh. She wondered if he could hear her thought of gratitude. He taught her everything about fighting. Well, the punches, kicks, and dodges anyway. The use of her element was thanks to the school and her own practice. As she turned another corner to make her way to the mess hall, she was stopped by one of her own alliance. An Earth. Lark exhaled a sigh of relief to know that she did not have to deal with anyone else right now. "Dude, Lark...you look awful." She frowned and shrugged a little, trying not to be phased by his statement of the obvious. "Yeah, thanks for that." The boy looked genuinely concerned but Lark was not about to tell him about how everything went down and how much her side actually hurt. Unfortunately it was the side where her father had cracked a rib. Maybe it was still sensitive? She did not know how that shit worked. "You should go to the medical wing," He suggested gently. Lark shook her head. She was so stubborn, sometimes to the point of idiocy.

"Seriously, I'm going to take you there. You should get looked at." She wanted to protest and tell him to screw off, that she was tougher than that and could 'walk it off' with her head held high, but knew that her friend would continue to nag until her ear fell off. Instead of giving him a verbal confirmation--which probably would have been helpful--she wandered towards the medical wing with at a rather slow pace. The Earth walked a few paces behind her to ensure she actually went to the wing instead of veering off elsewhere. It was something she would do too. Smart guy. No, it was simply that she was predictable. At least in that aspect. When Lark reached the medical wing she turned to look at her friend. "You'll thank me later!" He chirped happily before wandering off down the hallway. Lark blew a strand of hair out of her face before opening the door to go inside. "Nurse Aaavery?" She sung out before stepping inside. She was met with silence. Hm. Feeling brave the girl walked inside and found an empty office. Why was it every time she sucked it up and came to the wing people were not around? Sitting around in the chair, kicking her feet back and forth like an embarrassed child was not fun. She did just that anyway. Lark was only there for a few minutes (actually enjoying her leg swinging action) when the door opened. There was a small but pained smile on her face when she recognized it was the person she came here to see. And he had food. Glorious food. Her mouth watered a bit; she would have gone on to the mess hall to grab lunch had it not been for her friend escorting her to the medical wing.

Instead of allowing a stream of drool to fall down her face, Lark watched as he stuttered around for some sort of legitimate excuse for his absence. She quirked an eyebrow and shook her head as well. "Hey." Every single blink was beginning to become a burden, a black eye beginning to form. But fries. Lark reached out and made a grabby-hand motion. "You can't offer me food and expect to be turned down," She replied, not daring to move too much. Her side was stinging whenever she inhaled. Maybe her rib had been agitated in the fight? Fuck. "But I'm gonna need you to do your nurse thing and take a look at my side after you're done with lunch." It would be rude of her to expect the man to stop eating his food just because she was sitting in his office. Besides, he offered her fries. It was the least she could do. Instead of moping and whining about how painful everything was she merely leaned back in the chair and gave him a casual smile that did not give away much of anything. A good mask. "Beenbusy, nurse Avery? Or am I your first patient of the day?"

Lark rolled her eyes and smirked at him a little bit to show she wasn't actually exasperated with him. "Gee, thanks Avery. You know how to make a girl feel good about herself." Oh but Lark knew she did not look that great; her eye was probably turning a beautiful shade of purple and black and was causing her upper cheek to swell. She could feel it. She refrained from poking at it too much. His comment caused her to turn a slight shade of pink; Lark always had a hard time swallowing complements, no matter who they were from. Ashton was obviously the most difficult but still. "People who obviously thought I wasn't beautiful?" She shrugged with a chuckle, passing him a casual glance to say that it did not really bother her. "Okay." While he was busy grabbing her ice pack, Lark glanced around the room and found random distractions to help divert her attention from her side. The pain was nagging. I just hope it isn't re-fractured or something. If that were the case there might be a problem. She did not want to go back to the hospital. She placed a hand over her heart and tilted her head back dramatically. "My hero," Lark sang a little, fanning her face as though to cool herself down. "Sacrificing your lunch for me. So sweet." It was Avery's job to care for anyone walking into his office though so the sacrifice was not exactly surprising. She wandered over and sat down on the bed. "Ah, got into a fight with some other Fires. They said some words, I said some words back, and...well, tempers kinda did the rest." And Lark was not one to deny having control over her temper. Most Fires didn't.

Without flinching she allowed Avery to set the ice pack on her face. "I've got it," She said, holding the ice pack herself. Lark wanted to be self-sufficient in this situation somehow, especially if she had to rely on Avery for damn near everything else. "Ohhh, so you had a bunch of ugly people come through here? That must have been annoying." She diverted his complement away from herself with a smile and a chuckle so she would not get embarrassed again. Avery was like this naturally but even so she still struggled. She blinked a few times as he patted her. "I think stating it like that makes it awkward," Lark pointed out, not moving from her current position so he could do what he needed to do. "And if I find out you are peeking, I will hit you." Most of it was light teasing but she did partially mean it. Only one person was allowed to look under her shirt in a non-professional manner without her being bothered (well, mostly), and he was not in this room. She did tense up a little as he lifted her shirt, more out of the fact that he was going to have to touch where it was hurting than anything else. The concern that the previously fractured rib had been injured a second time was bothersome. She nodded at his request and waited until he reached the point where the pain was worst and released a small hiss. "Right...right there. Ow ow ow..." Lark ground her teeth together and exhaled, the pain a bit sharper than she anticipated. Maybe it was just bruised? The growling of Avery's stomach distracted her from the pain for a moment.

"You're apologizing because you're hungry?" Lark asked, raising an eyebrow. The pain was still somewhat evident on her face but it was mostly diminished by the discussion of food. "I told you to eat first before you poked and prodded me, remember? Silly nurse." She smiled but refrained from laughing because of her side. She was a bit of a selfish person though; unless her patient came in bleeding or throwing up relentlessly she was more likely to stop and eat her food before examining them. A bit unprofessional but hey, she never claimed to be the best with etiquette. Avery brought over his food tray and Lark stared at the fries with hunger in her eyes. "I was about to say...I'm not going to hand feed you unless I get something out of it." The awkward part was, was that she had never hand fed anyone. Not even her grandmother who was in the hospital on oxygen tubes and slowly dwindling away. She stuck a fry in his mouth before taking a couple of her own and munching on them. God, she loved fries. "Okay, so," She managed through the mouthful of salty potato-y goodness. "Do you know what the damage is? And do you have any sort of magical way to fix it?" Lark was not at all interested in dealing with this pain any longer than she had to. If Avery could alleviate the pain or dull it then that would be wonderful. Nurses should be magical. Wield wands and shit. Then all of their problems would be over. She offered Avery another fry but halted and proceeded to poke him in the nose first. "I was going to stick this up your nose but then I remembered that my life is in your hands."

Lark blinked a few times as he pat her head, looking rather unfazed by this type of affection. It was not uncommon nor was it extremely invasive so she had learned to cope. She did manage to smile as he serenaded her, amusement dancing in her eyes. "That was simply beautiful Avery. Just awe inspiring," Lark clapped her hands a little bit in encouragement, though she knew this might only make him want to sing even more. Oh well; at least it didn't make her ears bleed. That was most important. She raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips. "Just makes them think you're a pedo? Come come now dear Avery just admit that you have a love for us high schoolers." It was all in teasing of course. Sure the guy flirted and was very affectionate but Lark was not sure if he would go so far as to have an actual relationship with any of the high school students. That could be potentially dangerous waters. She recoiled at his exclamation, not even having a chance to respond as he went to fetch his glasses. She chuckled at the sight. "I like your um...spectacles," Lark dubbed them as such because she liked the word. "They suit you." There was never a time when she needed glasses and was grateful for that. After years of being ridiculed and bullied before wandering into the Academy she was not keen on giving them more to tease her about. She rolled her eyes at his joke; he really didn't have much of a choice, actually. Well he did, but only if he was eager to be fired for neglecting his patients. "Oh, I don't think that's necessary." Lark waved him off, not all that willing to divulge such things. "A couple of them might actually stop in later on today when they realize they need an ice pack or two."

That was probably an arrogant comment but it was true; even though she came out on the shorter end of the stick they did not come out of the fight unscathed. If not for the sharp pain in her side she probably would have avoided this visit altogether. "I don't like keeping things in context. That's boring." And what was life if you stuck to all of the boring shit? That was no fun. She side eyed him for a moment or two before shaking her head a little. "Yeah, yeah you are. But that's okay. I guess you wouldn't be you if you weren't." There were a lot of you's in that sentence, she thought, but the sentence still held true none the less. Lark frowned a bit, though it was playful; what was the fun of punching someone if it couldn't be in their face? It really did not have half as much of an impact anywhere else. Maybe if she kicked someone in the balls but she didn't want to prevent him from being childless. "I'd hate to disappoint the masses, so I guess I'll refrain from the face. You really are no fun, Avery." She was almost whining about it, but kept only a small tinge of it in her voice. Just enough to prove she was teasing. The pain was enough to distract her from the conversation though. She winced and kept her eyes closed for a moment. No pain, no pain. It's all in my head. She told herself this to try and subdue the sharp sting. Without hesitation, Lark took the pain medication in a swift gulp. If only it could work lightning fast. At least it would give her enough relief for the time being. "A few hours is better than nothing. Thanks." It was amusing--despite being in pain--to see Avery have a slightly more serious side to him. He seemed to truly care about his patients, which she was glad for.

She raised an eyebrow and passed him an amused smirk, though it was slightly pained from her side bothering her. Him poking at it and placing ice on it agitated it somewhat. "I do what I want," She argued, lifting her nose slightly in feigned arrogance. The man could do as he pleased, and they both knew that quite well. "Tch, don't be stupid. It is appreciated you goof." She said this through a mouthful of fries, and was not ashamed to be eating them so ravenously. Lark was going to be missing out on food anyway so she might as well get it where she could. Especially if someone was offering it to her. Her look of contentment turned into somewhat of a concerned frown; so the rib had re-fractured itself. That was just great. Lark tilted her head back a little and groaned in frustration. "That's not good news," She pointed out. "I don't like laying around doing nothing, especially if the reason is because I'm hurt." Being lazy was one thing, being laid up because of an injury was another. There was now officially no choice but to be overly cautious and take it easy for a couple of weeks as opposed to voluntary lounging about. She eyed the box of painkillers warily before opening her hand to take it, then retracted it quickly at the mentioning of the hospital. She looked bothered. "You can't be serious." Lark deadpanned, knowing for a fact that the nurse was in fact serious. Avery at least appeared to be so and that was good enough for her. She then sighed. "I don't think it's that necessary, do you? I mean, what are they going to do for it?" They couldn't put a cast on it and they probably wouldn't give it an extensive wrap up to make sure it didn't put pressure on it. Lark scowled, mostly playfully as he bit her finger. "I better not get rabies."

Lark laughed and rolled her eyes at her nurse friend. It was amusing to watch people who were not arrogant attempt to be so. It did not suit them in the least. Lark was a bit of an arrogant person when it came to certain things but she could pull it off better than Avery. Probably just the way she carried herself. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself love,” She replied, tilting her head up to the ceiling. Now it was her turn to act arrogant and stuck up even when there was no need. “Besides that makes me too easy.” She eyed him with a smirk, clearly playing around. It sounded like she was playing hard to get, when really there was nothing to…get. Taken and all. Ashton managed to totally ensnare her in who he was. This was all for fun though. She patted her face and fluttered her eyelashes dramatically with a semi-serious expression on her face. “My face is absolutely stunning, isn’t it? I don’t know anyone who could resist it, really.” That was a bit overconfident wasn’t it? Oh well. The back and forth was fun and refreshing. Avery made her feel comfortable, even if he did made suggestive, flirty comments.

“Aww, poor baby,” Lark lamented, patting poor little Avery’s head in a sort of patronizing way. “We all have to get old at some point. You’ll just reach that point before us high schoolers do.” She passed him a coy smile and chuckled. He was not insanely old and she knew that. It was still fun to mess with him though. Almost everything she said or did was out of affection. Avery would probably be able to tell if she was serious or intended to be a bitch. At least, she hoped he would. Lark could not help but burst out into a fit of laughter when he made his ‘oh snap’ motion, which then led her to a small bout of coughing. Painful coughing. Dammit. That subdued her amusement by a great deal. “You would be clumsy…on purpose.” She supposed that could work well enough, so long as he played it off as an accident instead of placing a finger to his mouth, lifting his foot into the air in some sort of girly fashion, and said ‘Whoopsie!’ That might make it a bit too obvious.

One of those women? She wrinkled her nose a bit in disgust and rolled her eyes with a partial smirk. “Oh yeah, I’m totally one of those women.” As an afterthought she added, “Just for my own amusement I’m going to start doing that to you.” Or maybe she won’t. Was the threat real? It was hard to tell with her expression remaining so stolid and serious. Lark knew it was a joke but she was not sure if he would notice. “…there is no way I’m telling that to the masses,” She replied, catching on to what he was referring to. He was such a shameless flirt. Over time Lark had adjusted to his personality and managed to play off of it. At least he could (somewhat) balance work and play. He wasn’t laughing at her pain or shrugging it off like it was no big deal at least. That would have probably pissed her off. She eyed the packs and nodded as he placed the hot pack on her side. A sigh of relief escaped her lips and she closed her eyes momentarily, relishing in the warmth. They shot open.

“That sounds counter-productive.” Lark pointed out. “If it’s fractured why would I cough? Wouldn’t that just make it worse?” She did not know how any of this stuff worked. Avery probably knew what he was doing but even so she felt the need to question his logic. It really did not make any sense to her. She wriggled her nose as he poked it and refrained from crossing her eyes. “Even in your office.” Lark could pretend she was entitled to act however she wanted, where she wanted because she knew that she actually wasn’t. She chuckled—though lightly to ensure that her rib was not going to give her more trouble—and decided to stick out her tongue which had lovely bits of fry all over it. “SEA FOOD!” She exclaimed childishly, sticking it back in her mouth.

Lark never really considered herself to be a cynical person. She was realistic. Saw things for what they were. Everyone always mistook that for pessimism. I can’t help if the world is not all rainbows and butterflies, She’ll argue. At least he was joking. “No I don’t but laying around is just…” Lark sighed, puffing out her cheeks a little in exasperation. Being injured sucked balls. She scoffed and tilted her face more into the table she was laying on, inhaling the scent of sterilization. Ew. “I don’t know if I could handle seeing your face every day Avery. It might just be too painful.” The look on Lark’s face said she was serious but after a split second she cracked a smirk. After the ordeal with her dad, Lark was not really looking forward to the prospect of being in the hospital. “It’s not like they can wrap it or put a cast on it,” She replied, pointing out what she considered to be rather obvious. Avery probably knew this to be true too. A cast on a rib would probably be more painful than a fractured rib by itself. Would that even be possible? His ‘paw’ amused her and she managed a small laugh. That still hurt though. “Marked? That doesn’t make us like…mates for life or some shit does it?” Because that would be weird shit.

"The truth, huh?" She asked, not looking the least bit enthused that he was insinuating she had fallen for him. It was all in humor of course. Could he tell? Eh. Maybe, maybe not. "You seem so convinced. Maybe you brainwashed me or something. Forced me to fall for you. There's better ways to get girls you know~" She sing songed, tilting her head a bit to the side as she did so. Ah, Avery was perfectly capable of finding someone without the need for brainwashing or hypnotism. She had that much confidence in the man. "Yep. The ones without a challenge are boring." Not that Lark would really know. One, she did not chase after other girls, and two she was taken so there was no need to deal with any of that. Even without those two factors, though, Lark was never one for the dating scene before and never tried to date anyone, or chase after anyone. Even Ashton. She crushed on him big time but never told him or actively tried to pursue anything.

She wrinkled her nose and looked concerned, even though she knew he wasn't being serious. Neither was she. "...be careful. Doing that might actually turn you into a valley girl. And I don't know if I could handle being around you if that happens." That sounded so incredibly shallow but at the same time that 'accent' was so fucking annoying. Lark had quite a few female friends now--more than she used to at least--and none of them acted like that. Thank god. Lark might have to either commit suicide or homicide. Whichever came first. She chuckled at his pout and poked at his cheek. "You're welcome~ Always glad to point out the obvious and such." Avery knew he was older than the high school students, Lark merely put that fact out into the open. She briefly wondered where her life would be in ten years. What job would she have? Would she still be with Ashton? Would she still live in the Hollow? A lot to think on. Probably too much. Lark ignored all of that for now.

Her expression was still pained, even as he apologized, but she did manage a nod to show she heard him and accepted it. After a few moments Lark exhaled slowly and allowed the nagging pain to ebb away. Laughter was bad. She needed to make note of that for the future. "And that's why I question your position as a doctor. Being all forgetful and what-not. At least you aren't a surgeon." She was teasing, but even so that would not go over well.

She continued to stare at him, not even flinching when he poked her in the forehead. After a while she would crack her smile and prove she was not serious, but for now it was all too easy to sit there and look as though she meant what she said. Only after Avery patted her on the head did Lark blink. "What am I, your dog?" She reached out and patted him in return. "I think we should do role reversal. And I'll call you spot." You know, see spot run. The old children's books that every child pretty much knows by looking at the front cover. She listened to his explanation with a childish pout on her face, not wanting to hear the logical reasoning behind coughing when a rib was cracked. It would hurt like a mother fucker, and that was not fun. Either way, Lark sighed and grumbled, a "Fine, I'll go. But you owe me more food for this." Because she really did not want to go to the hospital. They would poke and prod and be all up in her space and shit. Avery was at least someone she could trust. Those doctors were just random faces. She continued to munch on the fries, cackling evilly. "I'm the classiest bitch you'll ever meet Avery. True facts." She really wasn't but that was of no consequence to her.

"But I like living on the edge, nurse Avery, illegal would be so much fun." She picked up the tone of her voice to sound more like a damsel in distress. Like the ones in those drama shows that she could only stand to watch for five minutes before her brain dissolved. Lark exhaled a little, feeling comforted that Avery was going to do what he could before sending her off to the dreaded hospital. Maybe she wouldn't have to go after all. She narrowed her eyes in mock anger. "Hey, I heard that! You better be nice or I'll set those lovely brown locks of yours on fire." Lark did not even sound angry, but she sure as hell looked it. That was easy for her though. Looking pissed off was like second nature.

Lark looked at him for a long moment, as though deciding how to best respond but the thoughtfulness did not register on her face. It looked more...blank. Expressionless. Then she said, "You know I could never fall for any other man, Avery. You're just like a fucking magnet you know? Can't stay away." She had managed to place her hand on her heart and feign feeling all of the fluttery butterflies in her chest. Nah, the guy was adorable but she definitely wasn't attracted to him like that. She really enjoyed his personality though. She rolled her eyes when he covered his ears and acted childish, not even thinking to respond to that. It would be kind of useless anyway right? She passed him another deadpan expression. "That's borderline stalker behavior right there, bro. Do I need to get a restraining order?" Of course she wouldn't need to, but hey she liked to play up the back and forth. Not many people could roll with it and those that could she admired and tended to be more frequent with her sarcasm and serious humor.

"If you ever," Lark put a finger near his face and waggled it around, a very loose attempt at being intimidating. "Try to drag me to a nail salon, you will be a very sad nurse." She added a bit of a nod to affirm her words. After that, she did twitch a bit of a smirk to show that the threat was playful. Lark was a bit oblivious at times when it came to how others felt about certain things, but she did have her moments where she remembered.

She looked amused when he sniffled and seemed all upset about not having many friends his age. Eh, what was wrong with having younger friends? Lark felt that if you clicked well with someone you shouldn't allow age to cause too big of a gap. There were some places where it was not approved of but she was more thinking generically. "Aw, poor you. At least us high schoolers are fun. We're not too uptight and we like to be stupid and some of us don't even like to obey the law. Keeps things exciting ya know." Lark was not really part of the 'disobeying the law' portion of that group but she certainly was not opposed to doing stupid shit and getting into trouble. Well, trouble that wouldn't put her behind bars. She liked to have her fun but was not all that eager to have some sort of a record. Jobs were so hard to come by after that. "Good." Lark nodded. "We'd miss having you around the medical wing anyway." And she meant that. Avery kept things light and funny. Even though her side was killing her the conversation and their back and forth was a good distraction.

More often than not, Lark did not even take notice of how similar she was to her best friend. At least not on a regular basis. Avery managed to make the observation though. "Well, I guess it would make sense. We've been friends for like...fuckin' forever." When she was eight years old, actually. At the park in the Hollow. All it took were a few boys picking on her for her lisp and Josh managed to try and step in to help her out. Both of them together wound up being a good duo, even to this day. She really looked up to that man. The best 'brother' she could ever have. Lark could not refrain from laughing when Avery folded his hands and barked. Oh my god, this man. She just couldn't. "Oh, you'll be up for your first vet visit soon," she reminded him. "Gonna have to set up the appointment to get you neutered." Her lips twisted into a sort of wry smile, her eyes glinting with humor. Such sick humor. But she simply couldn't refrain. It just happened. "That sounds amazing." Free lunch with Avery did not sound bad. Not bad at all. He was a good guy and she did not mind his company in the least. If she did, this conversation would not be happening right now. She did scoff before adding, "Ashton won't care. He's not that type of guy. But if it'll make you feel better I'll talk to him about it later." She knew that Ashton was an easy going guy. Going out to lunch with a friend would most likely not phase him at all. She envisioned him grinning the entire time. So adorable.

"And...what's your type? And should I be afraid to hear the answer?" Everyone had their preferences. Whatever Avery liked, he liked. She was just messing with him, as always. He placed his hands on his hips--something she found incredibly amusing--and began to cackle. "Are you calling me a bitch? I don't think that's very nice." He did not call her a female dog directly or anything. Avery did not seem the type to insult her in that way anyway.

As though she were actually frustrated by this realization, Lark sighed heavily and dropped her head. "I guess I'll have to be the one to tell him," She replied, glancing up at Avery. "Who better to break the news than me?" That would be a horrible thing to do and, though it was a joke, the thought of telling Ashton she would prefer to be with someone else was not something she wanted to dwell on. Mainly because she did not want to be with anyone else, but also because going about something like that that way was wrong. "I will. And I'll call it borderline stalking." She nodded, convicted in the label. She looked so serious, but all of this was teasing. If she were angry or agitated she would definitely let the man know. Lark did not usually discriminate with her anger. "It's only a secret if you know it," Lark pointed out with a chuckle, poking him. "But since I know, you're screwed. I'm gonna go tell the whole school." Yeah, right. She was just fucking with him like always. It was fun. "Haha. My magnetism is uncontrollable. Have you ever seen a magnet just decide not to stick to something?" Didn't it take, like, hundreds of years for a magnet to finally stop functioning? She couldn't remember.

She automatically put both of her hands out in front of her and made a clawing motion, adding a bit of an animalistic snarl on her lips. "We're scary as fuck, man. You better watch your back. We'll chew you up and spit you out." Was that a threat? Nah. But the expression on her face might have made it believable enough. Lark thoroughly enjoyed this trolling thing.

"Exactly!" Lark exclaimed, tossing her hands up into the air and dropping her wild animal act for the time being. Maybe it would come in handy later though. "That's what we need you there for! To take the blame for all of our stupidity. Then we can go on causing mayhem another day." Some of the people she knew might actually be capable of this, but the people she was closest to would never use someone like that. Though Lark could not shove away the image of Avery being caught and handcuffed. Aww! She would feel so horrible! And if he cried...oh god. That just. No. Seeing men cry did not do well for Lark. Not at all. So much stoicism and then suddenly they are reduced to a bawling baby. She closed one eye and looked agitated as Avery pinched her cheek, though it was all an act. Most of this was. "You might want to watch for that. The warm fuzzies could be mistaken for indigestion." Lark attempted to sound professional, like she knew what the fuck she was talking about. Haha. Nope.

She attempted to envision herself a foot taller, and she simply couldn't. To tower over everyone she knew might be fun for intimidation tactics but beyond that she did not want to whack her head on door frames all day. Did Josh do that? She wondered. That would suck to get brain damage via door frame. She then proceeded to take great pleasure in Avery's response to getting neutered. She was so cruel! And yet she simply could not help herself. "Aww, you don't need to be a dog to have the procedure done, Avery." Lark spoke as though this realization was no big deal. Poor guy. The bad part was is that she sounded serious. Convicted. She would never have the heart to do that to him though. "Ashton, angry." The image made her laugh, which led her to cough. This led to sadness. That hurt like a bitch! "But that sounds good. A nice lunch date. Just pick where we're going and we'll follow~" Assuming that Ashton would be okay with whatever Avery chose.

Lark winked back, a smirk playing on her lips. "You should try and be less subtle. It looked more like you had something in your eye than a wink." Sarcasm of course. It was nice to have someone to go back and forth with, though. Most people took offense to her off-handed comments and jokes, but not Avery. And if he did he didn't show it. She dropped the smirk and stared at him. "I'm the most fabulous bitch out there. Don't forget it." Her voice was deadpan and serious but her eyes sparkled with laughter. If one looked close enough, they might have witnessed a small smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. Avery finally returned with whatever it was he was getting, and Lark could only switch her gaze from his face to the tape in his hands. Seriously. Seriously. Tape? "...really Avery? I've read the list of one hundred and one ways to use tape but this might be pushing it."