MHA #2 | Thursday Evening

It seemed that Wednesday nights had left a giant, gaping hole in Annie's social calendar, and thus it struck her that it had been entirely too long since she'd actually hung out with Rey. Granted, she could have totally swung by and visited during training (and maybe seen whether a year of superheroing made any difference in running that obstacle course), but you couldn't really bring sangria to a training session. Or, well, you could, but Annie didn't hang out with Queen Maeve that much.

So, instead, here she was preparing spooky (?) sangria and getting ready to pour it into spooky glasses, having kicked Diego out for the evening with the promise that he could drink out of a spooky glass later if he wanted.

And maybe she'd set out three glasses. Just Rey was coming over, sure, but it didn't feel right to not acknowledge their absent friend and founder of sangria nights, and pour one out in her honor.

[for the bestie with the obstacle course that no, Annie could still not do a year later.]