St. Gardner's University was a moderately sized university; not too advertised, but not stuck in a small town. That was part of Avonia's criteria when finding a place. She needed enough nightlife to fill her evenings and feed her every night without double dipping, but she couldn't work anywhere that might get her recognized. This was becoming more and more difficult with the availability of the internet; but she still had a few more options before she'd have to take a break from teaching the somewhat hopeless youth of the 21st century.<br/><br/>The semester was starting in 2 days, her office was already stocked with her collection of books and she had finally found a place to live since for the last month she had been sleeping in a dingy motel bathroom since it was the only light tight place she could find in her room. She hated sleeping in the ground; she'd bear silver for an entire day before she'd agree to go to ground. Thankfully, she wouldn't have to deal with either the bathtub or the ground now that she had found a place that suited her liking.<br/><br/>Her things had been moved in during the day by a moving company thanks to a very helpful human she had retained over the years. Monica had made all the arrangements for the delivery over her furniture, clothes, and books; then she had supervised their arrangement in the apartment and taken a flight back to New York City, where she lived permanently. Avonia paid her handsomely for doing work like this over the last 20 years; enough to send her two children to very nice universities and finance a vacation or two. It was a shame that she'd pass away in a few decades and Avonia would have to hire someone else.<br/><br/>Tonight Avonia was armed with the keys to her new apartment and a very attractive girl who was a little tipsy and very easily convinced. They had started making out at the club where they had been dancing and hadn't stopped until they were getting out of the cab outside the building. They started again in the elevator ride up to her floor, only parting lips when they got to the door of the last apartment in the hall. Avonia pushed the key into the lock and tried to turn it with out success. She tried again, still being careful not to break the key off in the lock as the blonde kissed at her neck. "What's wrong?" The girl breathed and Avonia rolled her eyes. "It's a new  apartment... my key isn't working. Hold on." She grumbled.<br/><br/>She pulled her phone out and dialed  Monica, still rattling the key in the lock. When Monica's sleepy voice answered, Avonia growled. "I can't get into my apartment."  Her human  asked her whether she tried both keys, saying that they had worked that morning.<br/><br/>"Monica! What am I supposed to do? Screw this girl in the hallway? Break the door down? I don't think my new landlord with like that." She was close to giving an actual hiss.<br/><br/>The blonde who had stopped kissing her when her temper had started was quietly asking if she should leave, but Avonia's eyes darted to her, "don't you dare.... ugh... I'm not in the mood, Monica! What do I do?"<br/><br/>Little did she know, she had the wrong apartment.