"Wake up." Her voice was completely monotonous. Ophelia shoved the window shades open and ripped the blanket away from Weston.
"Go fuck yourself." Came his polite reply.
"What, you mean like, here?" She asked, hands already snaking down her body and heading towards the button on her shorts. She got pelted with a pillow by the inhabitant of the bed and grinned.
"No! Stop. I'm getting up. Just keep your fucking pants on." Weston sat up in bed, avoiding looking at his friend just in case she continued to strip. He grabbed a shirt from the floor and pulled it on. "What are you gonna do to get me killed today, Ophelia?"
"Glad you think so highly of me, weasel," she said, following him out of the bedroom. "I'm not gonna get you killed. Buuuuuttt-"
"It's too early for thi-"
"I need back up."
"There it is!" he said promptly before slamming the bathroom door in her face.
Lia groaned and turned around. She slammed her back against the wall hard enough to shake it and sunk to the floor. "C'moooonnn, Wes!"
"No! Every time you drag me on a job I end up near dead and mentally scarred! I'm not going!"
"You don't even know where I'm going!"
"I know you well enough to know that doesn't matter. Why doesn't that psycho roommate of yours ever go with you?"
"Marie is a scientist. Not a field agent."
"So?!" the sound of a water beating against the plastic tub nearly blocked out everything he was saying. "Look, ima go take a shower. You're welcome to fuck off on whatever venture your death fetish has gotten you interested in, but I'm staying home."
Lia paused. "I brought breakfast."
Weston's sigh was audible even through the door. "We'll talk over breakfast."
Rin had heard the commotion but bided his time in his darkened room. He listened as Lia's footsteps retreated back into the kitchen. His slightly pointed ears had twitched and his entire body leaned closer to the door. It was only when he heard the legs of a chair scraping across the floor that he actually felt safe enough to go great the girl. He made his way through the halls and into the kitchen to join her for breakfast. There was a pot of coffee on the table and a bag full of breakfast related goodies from a local fast food joint. He retrieved a donut and a breakfast sandwich from the bag and sat across from Lia.
Lia merely nodded when he entered the room. Her foot tapped rapidly against the ground and she snapped the edge of her arm warmers anxiously, looking towards the entryway to the kitchen. She'd barely even touched the food. Rin casually pushed the bag of sandwiches towards his friend. She readily took the bait, eating one so fast that it didn't even look like she tasted it. She was about to start in on another one when Weston finally came into the room.
"Took you long enough." She muttered. He rolled his eyes and wordlessly filled a paper plate with a stack of doughnuts and sandwiches.
"So, where are we going?" He said, halfway through his first sandwich.
"Canada." Ophelia replied with a mouth full of food. Weston almost choked.
"Canada?!" He exclaimed. "You're dragging us to fucking Canada?!"
She frowned, took the cap off her paper coffee cup, and downed the scalding contents. Weston just stared, disbelieving expression still plastered onto his face. "Yeah." She muttered. "It's not like I had much to say in the matter. Wait-" her face brightened considerably as she realized what he just said. "You're coming with me?"
Weston sighed. A small, tired smile settled on his face and he nodded. "Well, I can't let you die alone. Besides, I'm half convinced you'll get lost in the snow."
Ophelia launches herself across the table, knocking some of the food to the floor, and throws her arms around him. "You're the best nerd a gal could ask for."
"Sure. Right." He shrugged off the affection, laughing uncomfortably. Later he would regret this decision and he knew that in his gut, but for now the smile on the face of his roommate and best friend gave him peace of mind.
In less than an hour, they had eaten, dressed, and packed the car. Ophelia sat in the passenger's seat. She was pouring over a rather hefty manilla folder. Coffee rings stained the cover and it was torn about the edges. Weston wasn't ready to question it. He just sat behind the wheel, turned the radio on, and set off for the border.