[AU | for Andrej]

[mitsubishievo]

I - lady!Kavinsky
Kavinsky wasn't entirely sure what she was up to. That's not true. She knew exactly what she was up to, and what she was up to was snooping around. Maybe it wasn't the best idea. Maybe she should stick to the things she knew, the places she was growing familiar? But where was the fun in that, just cooping herself up in one corner enough, when there was so much to see and do in this nightmarish place?

She put on something comfy and headed down to the bar, gaze predatory but body relaxed.

There were eyes on her, but she ignored them. Sure, an offer for a drink, a sneaking hand on the small of her back, she'd tolerate all of that. Maybe she just needs another bump and another drink and she'll think about a little more seriously. As it was, her own gaze wasn't wandering very far.

II - Kavinsky
There was something liberating about the continuous, vicious cycle that came with tormenting Andrej. Knowing that everything was right on the cusp was a bit of a thrill all its own, something that kept Kavinsky on his toes and coming back for more.

He shouldn't. Not after the first time Andrej had brutalized him. But, Lord, here he was. Trying to find him again, trying to seek out that sweet reality of pain. And he knew that Andrej felt it too, every time they clashed.

When he found him, there was a moment of hesitation. He knew exactly what Andrej was capable of, and that it could take quite a bit to rile it out of him. That made him more difficult than anyone else. But he also knew that craving living under Andrej's skin and he was happy to indulge that carnal need for violence and destruction.

He slid up behind the bar, in front of Andrej, and put down a lowball glass. He started to fill it with vodka.

"This is a drink of bad decisions."