Jun. 19th, 2021

defenderofdesmoines: i can't take it anymore (annie - hypodermics on the shore)
Annie had put up a really good effort with Summer's birthday, and had even hung in there a surprisingly long time before she'd eventually hurled the colorful contents of her stomach into a trash can.

And, like, not only did she feel a lot better now without quite as much booze sloshing around in her stomach, but it would also probably do her a little bit of good to get some Gatorade (and a whole loaf of bread!!!!) into her system before trying to take any more portals, since that really seemed to be the issue.

She was, however, rampantly drunk-texting people -- her boyfriend, people who weren't at the party, people who were at the party, coworkers (because that's just what Queen Maeve wanted, right? A blurry selfie of Annie with an accompanying im on a bar crawl snd you shld be so produ of me!)

But that was easily forgotten once they were in the store. "Oh my God, Rey, they have a mashed potato vending machine," Annie pointed out, like the existence of such a thing was a miracle.

Like, to be fair, it kind of was?

[for the space bestie but if you wanna mod a drunk text from Annie and respond here I'm down for that too!]

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