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Seeing her across the room, Camilla made her way over to Hatch. The two interacted much since the revolution, when Cam needed her car looked at, and have become a bit close ever since. As she walked past one of the waiters, she placed her glass down and picked up a glass of red wine and whiskey meant for someone else, but Cam didnât really care about whoevers drink that it was going to, now it was going to Hatch. âIf I knew you would be here, Iâd let you look at my car. I need some tuning done.â She said as she bumped her hip into Hatch to draw her attention away from the bar and placed her glass on the counter.
She visibly looked Hatch up and down, to let her know she was checking her out. Camilla already looked her over as she approached, but Hatch was always a good look on the eyes. âNice suit, pretty sure you missed a button thoughâŠâ She said with a smirk as she took a sip of her wine. âAnd I donât mean one higher up.â Camilla genuinely enjoyed her time with Hatch, not worrying about much else of the revolution and it was always fun to flirt with someone like Hatch.
The feeling of someone bumping against her hip made Hatch turn around, ready to make some sort of sharp comment. But when she heard the familiar voice, she smiled instead, taking the glass that had just been put down on the bar. âYou need to get a better car, then,â she remarked, raising an eyebrow and taking a sip of her whiskey. She could feel Camillaâs eyes on her but didnât react.
âFunny, I know I have... exactly the right amount of buttons done up,â she remarked, turning to face Camilla fully and scanning Cam for a second or two. âThat dress is⊠more subtle than I would have expected from the great Camilla Rhodes. You should ditch the jacket, though. Lots of⊠spilled drinks tonight it seems,â she said with a raised eyebrow, draining her whiskey and signalling to the bartender for another. âSo. Did you enjoy the show? Enjoyed honouring our great heroes?â She asked, leaning back against the bar.
Camilla smiled and let out a small chuckle as Hatch made her own comment about her outfit. âIâm not here to impress, just for good PR. And the council ârecommendedâ it to us.â She said with air quotes, sipping on her wine afterwards. âAnd if you insist darling.â Cam said as she slowly took off her jacket and hung it around a chair. âIs this better?â She rhetorically asked with a small wink, laughing a bit to herself as she watched the woman down her drink quickly, the mechanic was always one to get drinking done and down to business quickly.
Cam let out an audible laugh as she asked about the show honoring the great heroes. âSure, heroes. The famous medic was smaller than I expected from all I heard. Others werenât that memorable.â She paused for a second. âExcept for Blake âŠâ she trailed off and just took another sip of her drink. She saw Blake in the crowd, staring for a moment. Camilla hadnât seen Blake since they last talked before going their own separate ways, Cam into the spotlight and Blake into the service. But they still looked as good as they did back then. She didnât share much of her past, besides Sophieâs Valentine. with Hatch; so she probably didnât know about the history between them.
Hatchâs smile widened slightly as Cam took off her jacket, raising an eyebrow slightly. She was surprised that Cam had been advised to come, seeing as she wasnât exactly a particularly popular person around these parts. Hatch could feel plenty of dirty looks being sent their way, but a few of them were directed towards her. She really didnât care.
Hatch was about to make a comment about the award recipients, but then Cam brought up Blake. There was something different in her tone and in her expression, something that made Hatch do a slight double take. She hadnât seen that in Cam at any point theyâd known each other, and she wasnât quite sure how she felt about it.
âCanât say I know much about this Blake, I donât know if weâve crossed paths at any point. How do you know them?â She asked lightly, keeping her tone curious and open.
Camilla was brought out of her staring when she heard Hatchâs voice and realized there was silence before them before she talked. âOh. Just pre-revolution. Pre-stardom for me. We knew each other in high school a bit and Blake would come around to our rehearsals and our first couple gigs.â Cam said as she finished her glass of wine and pointed to it as the bartender saw her, asking for another. What she said was true, but she did purposely leave out them dating, one of the few people that the media didnât know about and wasnât on her or the bands wiki.
âHavenât seen or interacted with Blake since I left high school with Sophieâs Valentine.â The bartender set the freshly refilled wine glass on the counter and Cam swiped her card on the slider on the edge of the counter, leaving a tip. She picked up the glass and swirled it a bit, she wouldnât admit it, but was feeling the alcohol a bit and assumed that was what was causing her to spill a bit more to Hatch. âSurprised I havenât heard of her-â Hatch started. Cam looked up as Hatch spoke, but quickly interrupted her. âThem.â She said sharply. âTheir pronouns are they/them.â Camilla didnât mean to come off sharply, and had a little hope Hatch wouldnât take offense. âYou know I had that Alphabet People album come out.â She said quickly to try to cover for herself.
The sharpness with which Cam corrected Hatch took her back for a moment, but she shook her head. âSorry. I⊠shouldnât have presumed,â Hatch said. âBut, in my defence, I had nothing to work off of.â It was a side to Cam Hatch hadnât seen before, and one that may have impressed her at any other time. But Hatch hadnât seen Cam act like that towards anyone else before. Not that they tended to do much⊠conversing or gossiping on Camâs visits to her workshop. Hatch took a long drink of the whiskey sheâd been handed. âAnd I would have thought that youâd know Iâm not enough of an asshole to do it deliberately,â she said dryly, not looking at Cam as she spoke.
Camilla rolled her eyes a bit, playfully. âI know that Hatch. My apologies.â Cam wasnât one to say sorry to someone, rarely actually feeling sorry, but her harsh correction of Hatch was more impulsive than deliberate. âAnyways, enough of that. Neither of us want to be arguing about pronouns when both of us rather be drinking and enjoying ourselves.â She lightly tapped her wine against Hatchâs whiskey and gave a light smile before taking a sip. âNow, whatâs your opinion on, as you said, the great heroes of the revolution?â Camilla asked, quickly changing the subject back to what it was before. âAnd how have you been lately?â She added at the end.
Cam enjoyed her time with Hatch, while rather being at her shop, it was nice to get something a little bit different than what they usually would be doing together. Not many people dealt with Camilla outside of Sophieâs Valentine, let alone treated her like an actual person rather than a piece of media. While she loved the spotlight and the flashing of cameras, it was nice to get away from it for a bit.
Camâs apology was met with a half smile and a slight nod from Hatch, who just took another mouthful of her drink. Cam remarking that neither of them wanted to be arguing about pronouns seemed almost like Cam putting back on a mask, but Hatch let it slide. Their relationship wasnât one where they really ever discussed their feelings or had conversations that were anything more than small talk, and Hatch was perfectly happy to keep it like that.
âSome of them are pretty decent people,â she said with a shrug as Cam asked what she thought of the heroes. âBut also Iâm mostly here for the free booze,â she said, indicating her glass. âIâve been fine. Business has been booming, even if people arenât convinced I wasnât secretly spying for the government the whole time. As if I cared about the government that much,â she said with a wry smile. âHowâs Sophieâs Valentine faring? Havenât had to take down all those government promoting songs yet?â She asked.
âHey, free booze is always good, though this is much better than that whiskey you keep under your tool box.â Camilla said jokingly. âYou did what you had to do, who cares what these no names think.â Cam certainly didnât, especially with most people wanting her jailed just as much as Clare Wrenley. âHades and Persephone are fine, though sheâs been taking more to Father Damienâs pamphlet lately.â She rolled her eyes. âAnd yeah, slowly but surely having to run our songs by the council to make sure they are what they want⊠Seems familiar to meâŠâ She trailed off.
Cam wasnât happy about being told what to do with her band and how to do it. When the revolution ended, she thought for a moment her band would be able to go back to how things use to be, but they just had new masters telling her orders now. Camilla scanned the crowd as the two of them continued to talk before another person caught her attention, and scowl came across her face. The effects of her drink werenât helping her temper much, but she knew she had to say something to him. âHey Hatch⊠Why donât we go mingle with some others? I see the good doctor over there that accepted the award.â[./color] She asked, already starting her strut. She wasnât entirely interested in the famous (or to her, infamous) Noah Lawson, but rather the man he was talking to. Ryan Joshi.
Hatch laughed as Cam brought up the bottle of whiskey she kept in the workshop. Cam had a point, but it was hard to beat a nice glass of booze in the workshop at the end of a long day, especially if the company was any way decent.
[color=#400026]âItâs just an occupational when you proved yourself to be such an effective propaganda machine for the other side. And hey, better than jail, right?â Hatch said, raising an eyebrow and smiling wryly at Cam. As they talked, Hatch could see Cam watching the crowd, presumably in search of trouble. So Hatch couldnât have said she was surprised when Cam suggested they went and worked the crowd. When she mentioned the doctor, Hatch just shook her head. âIâll leave you to it, Camilla darling. I have other people I want to see and talk to,â she said. âDo try not to make that poor doctorâs evening any worse, wonât you?â She added with a smile. As she straightened up, she leaned in to Cam. âAnd if that car gives you any trouble on your way home⊠you know where I am.â She whispered in Camâs ear, before walking away.
Camilla shrugged when Hatch spoke about it being better than jail, she wasnât wrong, but still wasnât something she enjoyed. Camilla would be lying if she said she wasnât a bit disappointed when Hatch said she wouldnât join her, but understood. A small shiver went down her spine and made her feel a bit flushed when Hatch spoke into her ear, not replying before the two went their own ways, for now.
It didnât take Cam long to get over to where Noah and Ryan was, not caring about who she bumped into. âMr. Lawson, or is it Doctor Lawson? Pleasure to meet you. Camilla Rhodes, of Sophieâs Valentine. I heard much of your efforts over the months.â She said, holding out her hand. âThough I was imagining someone a little bit⊠biggerâŠâ She continued, as she crossed her arms. When she crossed her arms she âaccidentallyâ spilled the rest of her red wine onto the man next to her, and the real reason she came over here.
âOh my apologies,â Camilla said and acting as if she didnât know he was, pretending to try to assist him in lessening the stain, but just bumping into the table and making his award fall to the ground. âOh my, Iâm so sorry to be so clumsy.â She quickly sarcastically apologized, taking a step back and staring at Ryan. She was a little proud of herself with the small amount of chaos she just caused. âIt's a shame that happened to a fancy award like that⊠though, was a bit surprised to see you getting some sort of awardâŠâ She trailed off, setting her now empty glass down on the table.