MCA #9 | Thursday Evening

Okay, not to be too - whatever about it, but this whole sangria night was one of those things that Annie felt like she'd kind of missed out on doing before because she hadn't had a lot of girlfriends growing up. (Not that she would have had, like, little gal pals over for sangria sleepovers in high school or whatever, but just the whole thing seemed like one of those rites of passage that Annie kept coming up against.)

So, in any case, she had made a big ol' pitcher of sangria (and in typical Annie fashion, she had poured pretty heavy so, like, bad news for her class tomorrow!), and she'd dug out a little tub of a foot mask she'd gotten for Christmas, because while her mani-pedi she'd gotten with Rey a couple weeks back was still holding up, winter was here and dry skin was a whole thing. She also lit a few of her big jarred scented candles, and you bet your ass she double-checked all her cute little similar-looking jars just to make sure there wasn't anything she'd forgotten to retrieve. (Not that having Summer find a stash like that would be nearly as embarrassing as it had been when Danny had, but you know, Annie felt like she couldn't be too careful now.)

[for she who is narratively mentioned, of course!]