Surprise, Surprise! (Aeva)

I DECIDED TO GO FOR THE DRUNK THREAD FIRST, because it sounded like more fun Though, if you wanted to do them simultaneously you can make the other one if you want too, I just probably won't get around to making it for a while.

"Alaska, knock it off," Hunter snapped, as the puppy - wolf? - well, whatever she was, she was being a pain in the ass. The sneaky bastard chewed everything - and when she wasn't chewing something she was pestering Hunter or Rex. Hunter always thought himself good with dogs, but the wolf pup apparently had far more energy than even Hunter could burn off of her. Though, he wasn't sure what else he could do. He already ran several miles a day with her, spent half of his time training her, and yelled at her to stop being a jackass the rest of the time. But apparently, a flat just wasn't exactly the proper place to raise a fucking wolf. Though, a dormitory wasn't an appropriate place to hide a lamb either, and Hunter had pulled that off. So he wasn't planning on giving up yet. In truth, Alaska was getting better - she was still a puppy, though as she got bigger she hardly looked it. Already, she was nearly the size of Rex, at only three and a half months. And if the research he'd done and the size of her paws said anything, she'd be a monster by the time she was half a year old.

Now, as Hunter heard a huge clanging from the kitchen, he didn't even flinch. She'd probably knocked over some pans or something - if Hunter got up every time Alaska knocked something over, he'd never get anything done. Though, he was going to have to start cleaning up her mess soon, as it was getting late, and his eyes were starting to blur the words of his transfiguration text together. Glancing down at his watch, he realized why. It was already twelve thirty - nearing one, even. He'd just get a few more pages in, and then head to bed - he could sleep in the next day at least, as it was a friday night. As he flipped a page, his eyes caught the snow-white of Alaska's fur rounding the island between the kitchen and living room. He watched her a little skeptically, but in the end she just came over to him, hopping up onto the couch next to him and curling into his side. "About time - we need to seriously work on your bedtime," he said to her, rolling his eyes.

Right, since Alaska seemed to have calmed down, maybe just one more page. Then, he could probably sneak off to bed without too much of a fuss from her. She was a pain, but she also seemed to glue herself to Hunter's side if he wandered more than a room away from her. But, as he flipped the last page, completely out of nowhere, a knock sounded at the door. Instantly, Alaska was on her feet, barking loudly at the door. Hunter noticed Rex stir from where he'd been sleeping in the corner, but at least he had manners and simply watched from where he was laying. "Alaska, quiet," Hunter said sternly, and was somewhat impressed when she complied - though her hair was still on end, like every time there was someone at the door. Though, this time, Hunter was just as bewildered as her. Who was knocking on his door this late at night? "Stay," he commanded her, before standing and walking over to the door, pulling it open.

What the - Hunter had definitely not been expecting the person standing on the other side. "Aeva?" he said, furrowing his brow. What was she doing there? Yes, he'd told her she could come over to study - but he'd also told her to call first. And he'd never said anything about it being okay for her to just come by at one in the morning. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?" It'd better not be, considering the hour, and the surprise.

Aeva lost track of how many nights she'd been wasted for now. Maddy moving in was probably her worst mistake, the thing she regretted the most and sure, eventually she'd come around but right now she avoided the girl like the black plague. Aeva couldn't remember a time in her life when the two girl got along in fact, the thought seemed distant. The girl had left her. Aeva had to cope with the death of her mother alone. Aeva had to grow up after her mother died, she had no contact with the red haired woman, no way of knowing she was alive or that she even was thinking about her and now all of a sudden the woman was back and Aeva was supposed to accept her back into her life like nothing had ever fucking happened? No way in hell was that going to happen. She took another shot, her head tipping back as her eyes focused on the dim lights for a moment. The lights reflected her mood, there was no doubt about that. Maybe that's why bars were always dim because often, people who drunk were in pissy moods.

Aeva slammed the glass down on the counter, demanding another. What made Madeleine think that she could just waltz into Aeva's home? Better yet, what made her think she'd be welcomed? Aeva wasn't even mad that the girl didn't contact her for three years, she was mad that the girl was now pregnant and expecting to mooch off of her because Aeva hadn't seen her apply for jobs at all yet. So now, Aeva was expected to earn her money and give it away to support her sister and her sister's disgusting spawn. She was tired of Madeleine's sob stories about how Jean-Claude or whatever the fuck his name was hurt her and got her pregnant. It wasn't her fault, she didn't give a damn. Aeva never complained about Christophe hurting her, especially not to Maddy. The girl downed another two shots and tapped the counter as the bartender attempted to keep up with her new found drinking habit. At the point, she didn't even give two fucks if the Ministry let her go. Who cared if she drunk every night? It was her problem, it wasn't like she went around shouting that she was a fucking trainee Auror.

After another five or so shots, the bartender cut Aeva off which angered her. She threw the shotglass at him and staggered clumsily out the bar, headed to the only address she remembered. The walk was a short distance, thankfully but it was always a wonder that Aeva managed to make it anyplace safe with the amount she always seemed to drink. Maybe Hunter would be kind enough to share some Firewhiskey, she smiled. He was hot, that was certain. The way his muscles seemed to fight against his shirt, wanting to be free, not constricted. That was how her life felt with people in her house. Constricted. If she was late, Maddy freaked and that was NOT how she wanted to live. Like, the fuck? She was grown, a woman, she didn't need anyone looking out for her. Somewhere along the walk, Aeva lost her shirt and now, she was only in short ripped shorts and a sports bra, her long, red hair framing her head like a perfect aura. Her knuckles reached out and collided with the door, a knock so hard the it could probably be heard four miles away. What was it with Aeva getting super strength after a little alcohol?

His door was the main thing supporting her, keeping her from falling and when he opened the door, her weight fell onto him, her hands entangling in his hair. She must have wreaked of alcohol but chances are, it was nothing new to Hunter. The girl giggled as her fingers traced his biceps, the sound of his furry pony neighing in the background. However, for the most part, she ignored it focusing on the man boy in front of her. Well, he wasn't even technically in front of her because she was sprawled out in his arms. "Why are you so hunky Hunter?" Her speech slurred slightly which caused her accent to become sloppier and harsher sounding. "Has anyone ever told you that you are really hot?" Her eyes locked on his as she tried to pushed him into the wall. However, he was much stronger than she was, even with her alcohol super strength. "I'm Wonder Woman, why won't you move easily?" She whined before standing on hip tiptoes to try and press her lips against his. Wasn't this what he wanted when he gave her his number and address? A chance to be with her? Because that was the vibe she had gotten from him and honestly, this was his chance. She tried to move his hands along her body but her attempts were a failure because she simply was not coordinated enough. Instead, she began to giggle at her failure.

What the fuck? Hunter hardly had a moment to process that it was Aeva, as the moment he'd opened the door completely she fell straight into him. And by that, he meant that she actually fell into him. As in, collapsed straight on top of him, and Hunter was pretty sure if his reflexes weren't as good as they were, he wouldn't have caught her in time. Even still, he staggered backward a few steps before regaining his balance, and when he did he found that he was holding the entirety of her weight. "Aeva, what the - " But he cut himself off in surprise - or in more surprise - as several things began to click in his mind. "Where the fuck is your shirt?" he asked her incredulously, only noticing in the first place because when he went to steady her, his fingers brushed against the skin of her ribcage. And then, only a moment later, he could almost smell it on her skin, and everything started to make sense. She was drunk. And by that point, a grand total of ten seconds had passed since she'd fallen through the door.

And then, it got even more fucked up, because Aeva started going on about being Hunky - who the fuck said that - and dug her fingers into his hair. Almost simultaneously, Alaska burst into a new round of barking, and seriously all Hunter wanted to do was close the fucking door so that the neighbors wouldn't see. But the wolf pup had made it her life's goal to wedge herself between Hunter and Aeva - she was a little over-protective of him already - and Aeva had literally plastered herself against him, and all of it was completely distracting in more ways than one. "Okay, look, can you just let go for just a second so I can - Alaska, shut the fuck up - holy shit." Finally, after what felt like the most difficult struggle of his life, Hunter managed to kick the door closed with his foot. Which only meant that the chaos was trapped inside his apartment, but at least the neighbors wouldn't see it happening. "Alaska, quiet!" Hunter said sternly, deciding that of the two, the dog was probably the more sensible right now. He'd made the right decision, because Alaska finally fell quiet and backed off - for the moment.

And she had definitely been the more sensible one, because now that he'd turned his attention to Aeva, he wasn't sure how he was supposed to react. She was still pressed against him, and Hunter had the strangest feeling that he wouldn't even be able to pry her off with a crowbar. So, she was glued to him, and she was hardly wearing any clothes, and running her hands over his arms and not being even the slightest bit subtle. Which usually wouldn't bother him, and he was pretty sure that it would have actually led somewhere, if Aeva wasn't clearly wasted to the point of insanity. But she was, and he was pretty sure that sleeping with her right now would be nothing short of rape. As if she hadn't made it obvious enough already, she had to open her mouth and inform him of how apparently hot he was - and her breath smelled more like firewhiskey than a bottle of the stuff itself. "Yeah, I've heard that before," Hunter replied, his tone amused. Because really, now that he'd gotten over the shock, it was funny. "Now how much did you drink?"

But instead of answering him, she started trying to push him backward. Hunter just stared down at her with raised eyebrows, his gaze a mix of bewilderment and amusement, and held his ground. "Aeva, what are you doing?" he asked. Apparently, she was trying to be wonder woman or some shit, and Hunter snorted in amusement. "Wonder woman?" Hunter repeated. "You must have lost your powers and - holy shit, Aeva, cut it out!" he said when she tried to kiss him out of nowhere - or, sort of out of nowhere, since she obviously had an agenda. "Stop it," he insisted, grabbing her by both of her wrists when she tried to force his hands onto her, which only resulted in her bursting into laughter. She clearly didn't realize that she was testing his self-control, and that it was not fucking cool. Hunter sighed - she was definitely plastered. "How much did you have to drink?" he asked again, still holding her by the wrists so that she couldn't try anything.

The confusion on Hunter's face didn't register in Aeva's mind. Her body moved with his as he staggered back, not suspecting all of her weight to hit him. He was a hero, he'd saved her. She wasn't hurt because she didn't hit the floor because Hunter SAVED her. Well it registered, but not as confusion. It just radiated a brilliant gold, like an angel. "You're an angel!" The woman exclaimed, her hands resting on his cheeks as she looked into his eyes with a dreamy look. Such innocence, such golden-ness, radiant like the sun shining down on a million mirrors. Hunter's fingers brushed against her ribcage and she giggled a bit, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her skin. She was still looking at him as if he were a model when he opened his mouth. His voice was like the voice of a really famous singer, beautiful, radiant and manly. It was deep and made butterflies fly around in her stomach. She shrugged, her head moving to lay on his chest because she didn't know what else to do with it. At that point, Hunter was still holding her and it felt like they were in love and it was nice. This was what her life came down to, this was the beginning of a good life, until she realised what happened once she was sober again.

Hunter's furry pony started neighing even more and Aeva groaned, her hands trying to navigate to her ears so it wouldn't crush her head in. "Hunter, make your furry pony stop neighing!" The woman was now shouting, obviously unaware of Hunter's struggle to try and close his door. Aeva didn't care who saw. She was in LOVE with Hunter and the more people knew, the more they'd know that he was hers. When the furry pony tried to wiggle between them, Aeva pressed in closer to Hunter and stuck her tongue out. "My Hunter, not yours," she scolded, waggling her finger to the loud beast. Once more Hunter was talking and all Aeva heard was singing like an angel's choir and she beamed and when his voice grew louder, she beamed even more. She could hear the door slam shut and she jumped and looked around. "Was that a ghost? Do you live with a ghost?!" Aeva began to yell again, her eyes large as she focused on Hunter's beautiful, angelic face. When he talked loudly again, the furry pony FINALLY stopped neighing and she sighed in relief. "Your furry pony is really obedient," she said, her tone seductive, "but I'm even more obedient...in bed." She gave him a smirk as her arms went around his neck.

Aeva was glad that Hunter was still holding on to her. She put her face against his chest again and inhaled. He smelled like man and it smelled good! Now she'd never let go of him, ever. He smelled just as good as his biceps felt under her hands and her hands slid onto his stomach and worked their way down. If his arms were muscular, then his entire body must be muscular right? "Because it's true," she sang out, wanting him to know how hot he was. She was hot too, but surely he should know that because she apparently didn't have a shirt on, or at least that's what he'd said. He had asked where her shirt was and she couldn't answer because she wasn't sure she remembered what a shirt was or what it was supposed to look like or do so she had stared at him blankly and thought of how his face was an angel. He asked her another question and she tilted her head. "What do you mean?" What had she drank? Did she drink? She didn't understand what he was talking about, nor did she particularly care, all she wanted to know was why he wasn't moving. "Why are your clothes still on?" she blurted out, one of her hands trying to tug at his pants while the other tried to work it's way lower.

"Just follow my lead," she slurred her words a bit, "I know what I'm doing." But he didn't follow her lead and she pouted. "Yes I am Wonder Woman!" She flashed him a smile and did a hair flip her long red hair now coming over her shoulders a bit. It was messy, but that was obviously to be expected and she didn't care. It was like she carried a brush with her to brush her hair before hooking up with people while drunk. "Your shit is holy?" she tilted her head, puzzled. If his shit was holy, then maybe he should start selling it. However, he grabbed her hands and held her out, obviously not wanting a kiss which made her feel sad, or was she mad? She didn't know, she just knew that he was still touching her and she was in love. She didn't want to stop, she wanted to keep going, she knew what she wanted why was he being naughty? He was a naughty boy and she'd have to spank him if he ever let her go. The thought of punishing Hunter caused her to giggle a bit more and she wondered if he thought she was pretty. Of course she knew she was but maybe Hunter thought so too and he was just playing hard to get. "I haven't had anything I don't think," her brow furrowed, "but I'll take a bottle of Firewhiskey!"

Hunter had thought he was pretty capable when it came to dealing with drunk people. They usually fell into one of three categories - happy, sad, or obnoxious. But it took Hunter about two minutes to decide that drunk Aeva definitely fell into a category of her own. And as of now, Hunter wasn't entirely sure if it was funny or not. And then, she started complaining about his furry pony being too loud, and he couldn't stop himself from bursting into laughter. He might have tried to keep himself from laughing in her face, but she was obviously so drunk that she wouldn't remember, so why bother? "My pony?" he repeated, reigning in his laughter but not managing to rid the grin from his face. And then, when the door slammed shut and she jumped, he was seriously starting to wonder just what she'd drank - judging by everything that had happened so far, maybe it wasn't too far fetched to think that somebody had slipped something in her drink. "I just closed the door, relax," he told her, rolling his eyes - but still amused.

And then, Aeva had to make it fucking weird again by somehow turning the furry pony thing into some sort of fucked up pick-up line, and again he had to stifle his laughter. Except, it didn't work at all, and Hunter couldn't help but lean down and drop his head onto Aeva's shoulder, succumbing to the absurdity of whatever the fuck this was. Laughter shook through his body. "You're obedient..... like my furry pony," he choked out, more to himself than anything. Because this whole situation was just ridiculous and Aeva was trying way too hard and he was pretty sure if he didn't find the situation hilarious he would probably be really annoyed, and being amused was way better. Finally, after he felt like he could look at her again without laughing, he picked his head up again to look down at her. She was still as close to him as she could possibly be, but there wasn't much Hunter could do about it because he was pretty sure if he let her go, she'd collapse to the floor, as he was still basically taking all of her weight. So he kept a grip on her waist while he tried to gather his thoughts and stop laughing completely.

Only, a moment later, Aeva made it incredibly easy to stop laughing completely as her hands found the waistband of his jeans. Instantly, his laughter ceased, and there was just a miniscule split second where he allowed himself to feel a wave of attraction toward her - because, even if she was drunk as shit, he was still a man and she was still pretty hot and she wasn't exactly making it incredibly easy to avoid her. But only a millisecond later, he snapped out of it. Probably because he remembered the pony thing that she'd said. "Okaaaay, that's enough!" Hunter exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Aeva's legs and flinging her over his shoulder without a moment of hesitation. Hopefully, she wouldn't be able to cause too much damage from there at least. "You need to calm down," he told her, crossing the room and depositing her on the couch. The moment he'd released her, Hunter retreated around the kitchen counter, which was open into the living room, using it like a barrier between Aeva and himself. "Just stay there," he warned her.

Hunter just stared at her when she said she hadn't had anything, and snorted when she requested firewhiskey. "Sure, I'll get you some - but only if you stay there." Turning around, he grabbed one of the empty firewhiskey bottles that he hadn't yet thrown out - because cleaning only happened once a week, if that - and went to the sink, rinsing it and filling it with water. "Here," he told her, crossing the room and pushing it into her hands. Alaska was starting to look like she was going to throw another fit, so Hunter shoved her into his bedroom and closed the door so that she couldn't cause anymore problems. Rex was still lying on the floor in the corner, but he was wide awake now - no shit though. Hunter wouldn't be surprised if the entire apartment building was wide awake. Finally, Hunter retreated back to Aeva, but sunk into the armchair next to the couch - he didn't dare actually sit next to her. "How's the firewhiskey?" he asked. Then, after a moment of silence - "You feeling okay?" If the answer wasn't no now, it sure as fuck would be in the morning.

As Hunter laughed, Aeva couldn't help but laugh with him and in between her laughing, she stared at him, admiring his features which were actually nicer looking with her mind being fuzzy like it was. He was a nice looking man, sure, but fuzzy brains made him even nicer. Her fuzzy brain loved her just like she loved Hunter! Hunter's laugh was loud and it began to hurt her head but not nearly as bad as the furry's pony neighing had been. Hunter must have heard something really funny because he couldn't stop laughing and neither could she. "What's so funny Hunter?" Her laughing finally stopped and she tilted her head, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Your pony," she confirmed, pointing to the big furry thing that was staring at her. He had stopped laughing, but his face still smiled like a clown's red smile, huge, cheesy, cute; not that clowns were cute. Aeva couldn't believe Hunter lived with ghosts. It was like Hogwarts all over again, cool but creepy and she had to get him out of here but he was too strong for her Wonder Woman powers. "But you didn't move," her jaw dropped, "do you have superpowers too?" Aeva would think it was even hotter if he did have superpowers because then they could be Wonder Woman and Wonder Man; obviously her name went first because she was prettier.

Aeva was really telling the truth, she was an obedient girl, probably the best girl Hunter could ever sleep with, if he'd only give in. She could tell he wanted to, but he wouldn't and even with her mind being a bit fuzzy it was enough to frustrate her. His hand landed on her shoulder and then she felt him shake and she realised he was laughing again. What the fuck was so funny? "It's true," she nodded, "am I not believable?" Aeva was pretty sure she was pretty believable, after all, the Ministry wouldn't have accepted her if she wasn't right? Once again, all she wanted was for Hunter to take his chances and he wasn't. What was he waiting for? An invitation? She was pretty sure she'd dropped a big enough hint on the fact that she was definitely interested in him but all he seemed to be able to do was laugh. Eventually after what felt like centuries, Hunter finally lifted his head up and looked back at her and the butterflies swarmed around in her body again causing her to giggle a bit. They were really close together and he was still holding her, around her waist nonetheless, and she was loving every minute of it.

When her hands found his waistband, he finally stopped laughing and Aeva wondered if maybe that was a good thing. Maybe, after all this time of hints he'd finally realised what she wanted. Did it really take the big bombshell for him to understand? She looked to his face in hope that she'd be able to see something written across it but she didn't. She didn't know if it was because she felt fuzzy that she couldn't read him or if it was because he was simply unreadable. Sure, Hunter worked with her at the Ministry but they rarely saw each other and something like this wouldn't exactly make work awkward. In fact, it'd probably make it better, or at least in her opinion it would be. Suddenly Hunter was speaking and Aeva was begging. "No, it's not, Hunter..." her voice trailed off as he grabbed her around the legs and flung her over the shoulder. The blood rushed to her head and all of a sudden, she could hear the ocean in her ears. "I don't think I doooo," she sang out, her hand finding it's way to his ass and squeezing it before being slung onto his couch. His ass was hard, not squishy like most peoples and it had caused her to giggle but now she was on his couch and he was in the kitchen and she frowned. "Come sit," she replied, tapping the spot beside her, a sly smile on her face.

Hunter's snort reminded her of a pig and suddenly, she wanted a pet pig. She'd seen people who kept them as pets before, knowing they could be potty trained or wear diapers. They were quite adorable and she would name it Porky and not allow anyone to use it for food purposes. When Hunter told her he'd get her some Firewhiskey, she beamed and shook her head, agreeing to sit where he'd set her down at, though at that point she had scrambled and rested her body mostly on the arm. She watched him with much interest as he prepared her Firewiskey and brought it over. Greedily, she took it and began to chug it, only stopping when she'd heard movement. She saw Hunter shoving the pony into a door and remembered how strong he was. Only strong people could pick up ponies and she knew first hand that Hunter was strong because he could lift her. Hunter moved closer to her and sat in an armchair and after another swig from the bottle, she scrambled to the side of the sofa that was closest to him. "I feel fantastic," she grinned, Firewhiskey swishing around in the bottle, a few drops dripping off her chin. "It's really great, though it always is, I had no doubt it wouldn't be." She took another swig, finishing off the bottle.

Okay, so apparently throwing her over his shoulder was not the best idea and did not put her in a position to do absolutely no harm. Holy fuck. This was completely fucking ridiculous. This was what Hunter got for sleeping with 4987464516313 girls and being a manwhore and giving someone he didn't even know his home address without being absolutely sure she wasn't some kind of psychotic freak that would try to rape him at three in the morning. Though, that wasn't completely fair, because Aeva wasn't a complete stranger. She'd gone to Hogwarts, and he worked with her every day. And she was obviously drunk out of her mind. Making a mental note to never go out drinking with Aeva - ever - he watched her warily as she scooted all the way to the end of the couch closest to him. Thankfully, though, she stayed put - maybe that meant she was starting to sober or at least get tired. Hunter snorted when she said that the firewhiskey he'd given her was good. "That's premium brand firewhiskey, that's why," he told her, despite the fact that it was just water.

"Look, it's late. You should get some sleep - and by that, I mean that if you stay here on this couch for the rest of the night and don't leave, I'll give you more firewhiskey in the morning. And you can pet the pony," Hunter almost couldn't keep himself from laughing as the words came out of his mouth. "But you have to stay here. Give me your wand." Because having a drunken Aeva blowing shit up in the middle of the night would be bad. Hunter held out his hand and waited for Aeva to hand it over. When she did, he stood up and set it on the kitchen counter. Then, having a last minute thought, he reached for the notepad sitting on the counter and thought for a moment before starting to write.

Aeva,

You're in Hunter's apartment.
No, nothing happened.
Yes, you made a complete fool of yourself.
The dog's name is Rex, he won't bite you.
Help yourself to the fridge.
Don't wake me up.

Hunter

There, that ought to do it. Normally, Hunter wouldn't exactly bother - because normally, the girls he had over were stable enough to walk themselves home. And the chances that Aeva would remember anything that had happened was slim, so the least he could do was to tell her where she was. And then laugh at her in the morning. Slipping the note underneath her wand, where she couldn't miss it, Hunter turned back to her. "Remember, stay on the couch," Hunter told her. "The doors are all locked, and if you try to open them, you'll die." A bit extreme, but hopefully it would keep her from wandering out on the street. "Night.". Leaving Rex in the room with Aeva to keep an eye on her, Hunter finally slipped into his own bedroom, being sure to lock the door behind him. It wouldn't do much good against her were she sober enough to unlock it with her wand, but for now, he was sure it would keep her out. At least until she was herself enough not to take advantage of him in his sleep or something. Alaska just looked at him from where she was laying on the bed, as though it were his fault that they were all still awake. Hunter ignored her, falling into the mattress without bothering even to change. He was asleep in seconds.

Premium firewhiskey. She would've laughed, but she didn't know what she would've been laughing at so instead, she stayed quiet and watched Hunter as he sat. However, before long, he was telling her to go to bed or at least stay on the couch and not long after that he demanded her wand, to which she reluctantly handed it over. She wasn't sure why she gave it over because who knows what could've attacked her in her sleep but when she saw him set it on the counter, she knew it was within close reach if something were to happen. She watched him more closely as he seemed to write something on a piece of paper and put it under her wand. She shrugged, not thinking anything of it and stared down at the floor until she heard movement. Her head snapped up as she saw Hunter make his way to his room, or at least what she assumed to be his room. She nodded to let him know that she would stay on the couch and she'd definitely stay away from the door. Merlin knows she wasn't ready to die. When he told her goodnight, she incoherently mumbled goodnight back to him before she was alone, in the dark, a furry pony staring at her with it's glowing green eyes.

She made a small shrieking sound as she cuddled the throw pillow on the couch, her brain jumbled as she cautiously scoped out the room.  She was scared and alone and bored. Hunter had left her to go to bed and she wasn't sleepy. She fumbled around to see if there was a remote but she didn't see one, in fact she didn't even remember if there was a tv in his apartment. Giving up, she sat in the dark, staring at the glowing green eyes in the corner until finally, they no longer existed. She assumed that the pony too had now gone to sleep meaning she was even more alone. She didn't remember if Hunter had given her a blanket or not but she found one thrown over the sofa and pulled it on top of her. Her shoes found their way on to the ground and off her feet as she wiggled to get comfortable, her head rested on the throw pillow of clouds, her body under the fuzzy blanket.  Before long, her eyes were closed, her breathing steady as she fell into a restless sleep.

Aeva woke up just as tired as she had been the day before. Her mouth felt like cotton and her head was pounding, it felt like someone was beating her with a hammer. She rose from the couch and folded the blanket and placed it on the arm of the couch before attesting her situation. Where the fuck was her shirt? She looked down and grimaced, the feeling of dirtiness causing her to shudder. She needed a shower, as soon as she figured out where the fuck she was. She looked around and easily spotted a note under a wand. Her wand. As her eyes skimmed over it, her hand covered her face and she shook her head. You're fucking kidding me. This was probably the stupidest thing she'd done in a while. Going home drunk to Maddy was one thing but Hunter?! Since she obviously didn't have access to a shower or clothes here, she have to wait and instead focused on her immense hunger. She pretended not to notice Rex staring at her and figured Hunter had probably made him watch her or some shit. No telling what kind of shit she told Hunter or even did last night. In fact, she was scared to even ask and she hoped to Merlin that he wouldn't decide to tell her. She'd surely suffer embarrassment.

She found herself pulling open the fridge and scrounging for food. Hunter had a lot of it but he didn't have what she wanted. "What the fuck is this blasphemy?" Her voice was loud, but not too loud in hopes that she wouldn't wake up Hunter. "You've got to be kidding! You're telling me you don't have any fucking ingredients for pancakes?" She closed the fridge door and reopened it only to cuss some more and close it again. Putting her head in her hands, she took a deep breath before looking up. "Rex, your owner needs to get his life together. What kind of fucking man doesn't eat pancakes?" She halfheartedly smiled, because she wasn't really upset, how could she be? She was lucky enough that he allowed her to stay the night and didn't call the Muggle police on her. However, she was talking to a fucking dog and that was not cool, especially since she was fully sober. She looked through the cabinets before turning back to the fridge and deciding to scramble some eggs for french toast. She shuffled through his cabinets once more to find the ingredients and grimaced when he didn't have cinnamon. Really Hunter? You're fucking kidding me.

Slapping the pan down on the stove, she turned around to get something and stopped when her eyes locked on Hunter's. "Holy shit," she whispered, suddenly becoming aware of how disheveling she must look. She really hoped she didn't wake him, because she couldn't deal with him being in a pissy mood but she did need to address his lack of pancake ingredient issue as well as his lack of cinnamon issue. "French toast?" she asked him, motioning to the pan as she gave him a crooked smile. He obviously knew she wasn't feeling herself, especially since she'd woken up at his apartment which wouldn't have been so bad had her head not hurt so fucking much. When she flipped the toast, some grease popped up onto her and she uttered a string of profanities. "Holy shit!" She looked down to see a little red mark that wouldn't be there had she had a shirt on, speaking of which, "Where the fuck is my shirt?" Her question was directed to Hunter because last she looked, he was standing behind her.

Hunter wasn’t a late sleeper. Helping out on the farm since he was a child had permanently set the alarm on his internal clock unnaturally early compared to most people. But when he didn’t get to bed until nearly morning because of a strange random intruder in his apartment, he’d hoped that he’d be able to sleep for an extra few hours at least. And maybe he would have, if it were just him. But it wasn’t, and far before he was ready to wake up, there was a spew of noise from the other side of the door. As Aeva’s voice rang through the silence, muffled by the door between them, Hunter groaned and rolled over. He didn’t have to look at the clock to know that the hours he slept hadn’t been enough. Why did he have to be such a light sleeper? He irritably pulled his pillow over his head to try to block out the noise of her banging around in the kitchen, but even if it would have worked it didn’t matter, because Alaska was up now.

”You’re such a pest,” Hunter sighed, swatting the dog away but giving in nonetheless. Rolling begrudgingly out of bed, Hunter changed into new clothes, since he’d fallen asleep without bothering the night before, and headed to the door. As soon as he opened it, Alaska squeezed through the crack, and Hunter followed silently. But when his eyes were drawn to where Aeva, who was wandering around his kitchen without a shirt, he hesitated. He’d been too tired in the midst of waking up to really give much thought to the whole situation – not that it was thought deserving. Aeva had showed up hammered, he’d let her sleep on the couch. But still, seeing her in the kitchen, acting like she’d been there a dozen times before, threw him off. Because it was just so unusual – he’d never let a girl stay over before. But this was different, because it wasn’t like he’d picked Aeva up at a bar. Still, it was weird. Either way, he felt the corner of his mouth turn up in an amused grin when Aeva started complaining to Rex about his apparent lack of pancake ingredients – apparently she hadn’t heard him come out.

When Aeva turned around and finally caught sight of him, he snorted in amusement and crossed the room to join her in the kitchen. ”Holy shit is right,” he replied as he got closer. Because she seriously looked like hell. Not that he’d expected much different. ”And I do eat pancakes – I just don’t make them,” he told her, shrugging, as he brushed past her to the fridge. ”But yeah, french toast sounds good.” This was weird. Having her here. But Hunter didn’t say anything, and instead pulled the orange juice out of the fridge. He raised an eyebrow at Aeva when she asked where her shirt was at. ”Hell if I know,” he replied, crossing the kitchen and reaching across her to grab a pair of glasses from the cabinet. ”Maybe on some other guy’s floor? You showed up without it – not that I’m complaining,” he added with a grin.

Setting a glass of orange juice down beside her, Hunter retreated from the kitchen, slipping back into his bedroom. He returned in a few moments with an old Gryffindor tee shirt in one hand, and a vial full of blue liquid in the other. ”Here,” he said, setting both down on the counter near her. ”You’ll definitely want to drink that. All of it. You have to feel like shit. It’ll help.” If there was one thing Hunter was always well stocked on, it was pepper up potion. ”I did tell you that I’d give you more firewhiskey  in the morning, if you didn’t cause any trouble, but I have a feeling you aren’t in the mood for any right now.” he said. ”I also promised you that you could pet my pony,” he added, inclining his head towards Alaska,, trying to hold in his laughter. ”So, by all means, go for it.”

Unfortunately for Aeva, she could never manage to sleep in, most likely because of her Hogwarts timetable from the years before and now her new Ministry job, her internal clocked was probably fucked in several different ways. In fact, most days it didn't matter what time she went to bed, she'd never sleep in, even if it meant only getting two to three hours of sleep for that day, which to be honest, sucked. It seemed that lately her internal clock had seemed even more fucked and maybe it was the fact of knowing that Madeleine now lived with her and she needed to avoid her as often as possible which meant waking up super early to get ready for work and leave long before the older woman would ever wake. However today, with the thought of being away from Maddy, she was able to sleep for an extra hour and it was bliss, well sort of. It would've been even better had she not had the massive hangover she did, but she'd take what she could get.

Had Aeva been listening, she would've heard the stirring sounds coming from Hunter's room, the sounds that clearly gave away the fact that he was now awake. But she had not. She was far to intent on making her french toast, still in complete disbelief at Hunter's shit ingredients. It didn't take long for her to finish cooking and when she had, she flipped her french toast onto a plate and drenched it in syrup, especially due to the lack of cinnamon. As she started to cook more french toast for Hunter, she ate hers. She didn't know if he wanted any, but it would be there whether he did or didn't and if he didn't eat it, Rex may. The second sign of Hunter being awake should've been the fact that another dog or wolf thing joined Rex and her, but she didn't pay attention to that either. In fact, Aeva was just oblivious to everything this morning and it was a bit irritating. He was quiet and it threw her off because she'd never seen Hunter quiet before. The minute she had whirled around to see him standing there quietly, she knew that whatever shit went down the night before was not good and she was probably about to hear about it.

She rolled her eyes and watched him come closer to her for a moment before turning back to the stove to flip the french toast. Hunter looked a whole hell of a lot better than Aeva did, but that was to be expected, she didn't need to stare. "How the fuck do you eat pancakes and not make them?" She turned back to them, her brow raised. "Do you buy that frozen shit because that is definitely not healthy?" She gave him a smirk despite her head protesting against it. French toast was definitely not healthy either but she didn't give a fuck, it was healthier than the frozen pre-made shit. As he brushed past her to get to the fridge, she took in a deep breath and acted unfazed by it, because she didn't need Hunter to know that she actually sort of like him. She nodded, grateful that he said french toast was good and flipped it onto a plate before thrusting it into his hands and turning off the stove. She saw him grab orange juice out the fridge and remembered her struggle to find a glass earlier. After searching through 345678 cabinets, she still hadn't found where he kept his glasses so she used her cupped hands to drink out the tap a bit. She watched as he grabbed glasses and made a mental note of which cabinet to check in, if she ever needed to again, which she hoped wouldn't be under these conditions. She rolled her eyes at his answer before smiling. "Fucking great. Go fuck yourself," her eyes lowered back down to her plate before she mumbled, "or me because that would probably be more fun." She hoped to Merlin he was unable to hear that last part. She'd probably die from embarrassment if he had some smart ass remark to come back with.

He set down a glass of orange juice beside her and then left to his room and she didn't watch, because she didn't exactly care where he went. She wasn't alone for long though because he returned with a shirt and a vial of blue liquid, probably either a date rape drug or medicine. The more she had thought about it, the more she had wondered, was she ever really alone? At her home she had Maddy and here she had Hunter and when he wasn't in the room with her she had Rex and wolf dog. That couldn't technically be classified as alone right? "I thought you liked me with no shirt on," she raised her eyebrow as she took the shirt and shrugged it on. She'd gotten so used to not having one on that having a shirt on felt weird, foreign and uncomfortable. She nodded at his words before drinking the potion, willing to do anything to take the horrible headache away. "Definitely not right now, maybe later," she laughed. He was right, she was actually not in the mood for firewhiskey. "What the fuck?" She questioned him, her hands covering her face as it reddened. She did not. She couldn't have. "Holy shit." She'd completely made a fool out of herself.

"What's wrong with frozen pancakes?" Hunter asked, raising an eyebrow. Oh. Apparently they were unhealthy. "And am I supposed to care?" he asked, looking at Aeva doubtfully. They obviously weren't as good as homemade pancakes, like they had at the farm. Though, Jack had always been the one to make the best pancakes, and a brief memory of Jack and Lyra bantering happily by the stove while cooking breakfast hit him. It was strange really, how even three later, Hunter could go for weeks without thinking about it, and then out of nowhere, the most ridiculous thing would remind him. As usual, Hunter wasn't sure whether it should make him happy or upset - he never really knew how to react. But at least he'd finally come to the point that he didn't block the memories out, no matter what the result. He couldn't block his brother out, or he'd lose him entirely. He'd learned the hard way. For now, he only let his grin falter for half a second, tucking the memory into the back of his mind so that he could analyze it later.

"You know, that's not a very nice thing to say to someone who let you into his house at three in the morning shitfaced drunk and gave you a place to sleep," Hunter told her, lifting his orange juice to take a drink. And then Aeva was mumbling something under her breath, and Hunter only just barely caught it. He might have been more surprised, really, but after the night before he was pretty sure Aeva would have a hard time catching him off guard now. "I'm sure it would - I mean, who wouldn't want to say they'd had the chance to sleep with Wonder Woman? But I'm pretty sure she's a bit out of my league - probably would prefer another superhero, like Iron Man or something." Because Iron Man was the best superhero, obviously. It was only funnier that it was possible that Aeva would have no idea what he was talking about, and he couldn't stop himself from laughing after he'd said it.

And when Hunter brought Aeva a shirt, could she just say thank you like a normal person and put it on? No, of course not. "I do," Hunter replied easily with a shrug, his voice light. "But I'm also not a complete git, and I don't want you to have to walk home without any clothes on, so you could just put the shirt on and say thank you." And anyway, her flirting might be a bit more effective if he hadn't just spent the entire night fending her off. At least she drank the potion without some snide remark. Leaving the empty vial there - he'd get it later - he suddenly realized how decent of a person he must seem to be to Aeva, and almost laughed out loud at the thought. Sure, his ego couldn't be hidden, but so far he'd held doors for her, helped her when she was drunk, given her a place to sleep, not taken advantage of her despite all of her advances, and had given her clothes and medicine the next morning. It was so backwards - so unbelievably unlike him - that he found himself actually telling her so just so that she didn't get the wrong idea. "I'm not really this nice, normally, by the way. You just always seem to catch me in the middle of a rare, decent moment," he told her. "So, what I'm saying is, don't get used to it."

Hunter couldn't help it. At Aeva's reaction when he mentioned his pony, he burst out laughing, gripping the closest stable object for balance. After a few moments, he managed to pull himself together, though his grin was plastered to his face. "Believe me, that isn't even the worst of it. And no, you don't want to know," he told her, patting her arm good naturedly as he brushed by again to set his now-empty glass in the sink. He'd get around to washing it today - or next week. Whatever. "Anyway, her name's Alaska, and I'm ninety nine percent sure that - even though she definitely looks exactly like a pony - she's actually a wolf." Alaska looked over at them from where she'd settled down next to Rex, as though she knew he was talking about her. Damn dog - wolf - whatever she was, she was too smart. But his mind left the subject when finally, Aeva shoved a plate of french toast into his hands. "Thanks!" he said brightly, taking a seat at the counter and helping himself to his plate. It was actually pretty good, and he ate half of it in moments. "Do you remember anything that happened last night?" Hunter asked her curiously as he ate, still grinning about the whole thing.

Aeva rolled her eyes. What wasn't wrong with frozen pancakes? They were unhealthy. They contained high sources of unhealthy shit that she didn't know the name of. "Obviously you're training to be an Auror, you're always working out." She shrugged, "I just figured you'd care about the shit you put into your body." If Hunter didn't care then it was his problem, Aeva was merely - merely what Aeva? Looking out for him because he's a friend? In fact, she didn't know why she bothered to care because her and Hunter weren't friends. They were co-workers or at least that's what it seemed like. She actually had no clue where Hunter wanted to go with anything. Did he just want to hook up with her? Become friends? Just be co-workers? She was left out in the dark like always and quite frankly, she was growing used to it. She didn't notice the slight falter of his grin, but maybe it's because she wasn't really paying attention. She was paying attention to how hungry she had been and how delicious the french toast was.

"What do you want me to say?" She threw her hands out in a dramatic expression towards him. "Do you want me to forever be in debt to you?" She gave him a bit of a smirk, obviously smirking. She was grateful that he let her in, in fact, she was more than grateful because if she really had been as drunk as Hunter said then there's no telling what could of happened or who could've taken advantage of her. That was definitely not something Aeva wanted to think about. She watched him drink his orange juice and remembered hers, lifting the glass up to her lips to take a sip. She thought this morning would be awkward once Hunter was awake, but shockingly it wasn't. In fact, it was almost like last night had never happened. Almost. She rolled her eyes, "I'm pretty sure she's not out of your league Iron Man but it doesn't seem like you want to find out so -" she smirked and flipped her hair off her shoulder, feeling pretty confident he'd get the hint eventually. "I'm also pretty sure I'm not Wonder Woman."

She rolled her eyes once more at Hunter. "Well maybe I should just take it back off," she muttered. However, then he seemed to start getting an attitude and she just couldn't deal with that shit. "Fine, thank you," he said in a slightly snappy voice towards him. She sort of didn't care about walking home without a shirt while at the same time, she did. She didn't want old men gawking at her and she also didn't want to chance the weather being cold or some shit, especially since it was Autumn. As the potion went down her throat, she made a slight face of disgust because it was horrible but potions typically were, however they worked wonders and Aeva definitely needed a wonder. Aeva's head felt like a stampede of horses had pounded on it and she wondered how much she had actually drank last night. There was no way possible that the amount she'd likely had was legal and she hoped to Merlin Hunter wouldn't mention anything at work or she'd be sure to be fired. In which case it would be her own fault. She shrugged, "Nice or not, I don't care." She actually appreciated Hunter for Hunter no matter his personality. "Apparently I'm lucky?" The question was more rhetorical but if he felt inclined, he could answer it. "I'll make sure to not get used to it."

She ignored his laughter because if she hadn't she would've either been pretty pissed with him or she would've been a bit upset, neither of which would have ended well, or at least she assumed. She shook her head, "I'm slowly learning that and no, I don't want to know so stop fucking telling me," she looked down to her plate. Her french toast was gone along with her orange juice and that meant she should probably be going soon too, especially since Hunter hadn't made any advances. She nodded, being sure to remember his dog's names but frankly, she wasn't sure she'd ever be seeing them again. In fact, she wasn't sure Hunter would ever invite her over or even talk to her at work because he remembered what she didn't. He remembered the things she didn't want to be told and that well, that was a scary thought. It was interesting to hear that Alaska was a wolf but it annoyed her that he had to throw the pony bit in there. She felt like this would forever be an ongoing joke and boy was she right. She was glad to hear his mouth stop running when she handed him the french toast. "Welcome," she mumbled and watched him scarf down the food. "Woah boy, slow down or you'll choke," her lips curled into a smile. "Nope, nothing," she shook her head as she spoke, "and I want it to stay that way."