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MHA #2 | Saturday Morning...ish
Dec. 4th, 2021 09:51 amThe sun was out, and the party was over. Hatefully.
The apartment was covered in glitter, and Santa hats still were strewn across just about every surface. The kitchen was a mess of wassail and jello, and Annie didn't even want to look outside at how many cigarette butts were probably on her precious balcony.
But. Traditions were traditions. She'd started the coffee before she'd run out on her little errand, and it was done when she returned with a big box of bagels from JGOB, and a cup of coffee for herself. More to go around that way, see?
And now to...pick her way, hungoverishly, through the wreckage and put things back together.
But at least she hadn't thrown up in a shower this year. It was the small things.
[totally open for anyone who would like to say they stayed the night, or who'd like to come help clean up! flying OCD free because I'm tired from yesterday still.]
The apartment was covered in glitter, and Santa hats still were strewn across just about every surface. The kitchen was a mess of wassail and jello, and Annie didn't even want to look outside at how many cigarette butts were probably on her precious balcony.
But. Traditions were traditions. She'd started the coffee before she'd run out on her little errand, and it was done when she returned with a big box of bagels from JGOB, and a cup of coffee for herself. More to go around that way, see?
And now to...pick her way, hungoverishly, through the wreckage and put things back together.
But at least she hadn't thrown up in a shower this year. It was the small things.
[totally open for anyone who would like to say they stayed the night, or who'd like to come help clean up! flying OCD free because I'm tired from yesterday still.]
