Avalon Wright
Kellen seemed to be a genuinely nice guy in Ava's opinion. Since the two had walked off together, the werewolf had generally been open about things pertaining to himself. Though they hadn't been together long and she was sure there was still most of him that she didn't know about, the fact that he openly evaded the question about his career struck her as rather curious. Her eyes focused on the man before her, before a smirk curled her lips and she was pouring them both another shot.
"Well then, I suppose we'll just have to remedy that, won't we?" Avalon said in reply to his 'not nearly drunk enough' statement. Alcohol tended to loosen lips and the witch was more than willing to wait patiently for the answer.
Picking up her glass and sending Kellen a cheers, Avalon down her shot and visibly relaxed. The warmth of the whiskey left a nice feeling in her chest. "Any important people in your pack?" Prying was fun, especially when the question got personal. Ava, as a scientist, had to ask questions, some of which were more intimate than others. That and the fact that she had almost an entire bottle of whiskey in her system made boundaries fly out the window. "Maybe a girlfriend or two?" The last bit left her smiling humorously at Kellen.
A sound to her left caught her attention. The loud laughter from the group was almost startling. Nothing important was really happening, just a witch levitating a drunk wizard in his chair. After another scan of the room, her eyes went right back to her companion. Ava was raised to be cautious, to scrutinize everything. It's what made her a good scientist and what kept her alive in more unsavory situations. Nemean culture wasn't exactly the easiest to live in, but the adults made sure that their children grew to be strong.