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defenderofdesmoines) wrote2020-11-27 10:04 am
defenderofdesmoines) wrote2020-11-27 10:04 am
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Des Moines, IA | Friday Morning
Annie loved her mom, but after two months of living on her own, having her around constantly was a little...stifling. They'd spent all day yesterday volunteering together - and of course Annie had been Starlight at the time, which was great for press but not the best for her conscience - before falling asleep in front of the first Translucent movie on the couch together. That was kind of nice, although it was less nice when Donna had prodded her daughter awake at five and sent her out to the backyard in the dark.
Annie had adjusted her training schedule since moving to Fandom, and so this wasn't exactly her favorite thing - especially considering that she had to double up her leggings and hoodies since it was thirty degrees, Mom and she hadn't really packed for this, and especially-especially because Donna followed her outside to coach. Someone had relaid the bricks on the side of the garage since Annie had been in Fandom, providing a fresh canvas for her to punch into, and so that was how she spent most of her morning - with her mom cheering her on through the garage wall, or following her over to yell that she could go higher while she did pull-ups, or to encourage just one more set of burpees.
By the time Annie was ready to work with the car - which was the one thing she'd kind of missed in Fandom, since it wasn't like she had exactly the same thing to practice with - she'd had enough. Not of training, but of her mother. And so she obligingly pressed the old car up over her head, tipping it entirely onto its front tires so her mom could take a picture, and then reminded Donna that she had said she needed to call Aunt Gen and it was probably late enough in Arizona to do that, now. (Please.)
When her mom had finally bustled back into the house and Annie had a moment's peace to herself, she sat down on the trunk of the car to check her texts and figure out some music. Training alone had gotten to be something of a luxury that she hadn't appreciated until now, and she really didn't really think she worked any less hard without someone yelling at her the whole time.
Especially considering she was going to try to flip the car, once she had the exact right playlist figured out.
[open for calls and texts with the caveat that my industry is affected by Black Friday so *weeps*]
Annie had adjusted her training schedule since moving to Fandom, and so this wasn't exactly her favorite thing - especially considering that she had to double up her leggings and hoodies since it was thirty degrees, Mom and she hadn't really packed for this, and especially-especially because Donna followed her outside to coach. Someone had relaid the bricks on the side of the garage since Annie had been in Fandom, providing a fresh canvas for her to punch into, and so that was how she spent most of her morning - with her mom cheering her on through the garage wall, or following her over to yell that she could go higher while she did pull-ups, or to encourage just one more set of burpees.
By the time Annie was ready to work with the car - which was the one thing she'd kind of missed in Fandom, since it wasn't like she had exactly the same thing to practice with - she'd had enough. Not of training, but of her mother. And so she obligingly pressed the old car up over her head, tipping it entirely onto its front tires so her mom could take a picture, and then reminded Donna that she had said she needed to call Aunt Gen and it was probably late enough in Arizona to do that, now. (Please.)
When her mom had finally bustled back into the house and Annie had a moment's peace to herself, she sat down on the trunk of the car to check her texts and figure out some music. Training alone had gotten to be something of a luxury that she hadn't appreciated until now, and she really didn't really think she worked any less hard without someone yelling at her the whole time.
Especially considering she was going to try to flip the car, once she had the exact right playlist figured out.
[open for calls and texts with the caveat that my industry is affected by Black Friday so *weeps*]
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It probably should have occurred to her to maybe discourage food in the Jello shots, but it didn't.
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Though Annie had also considered that there might be, like, ham or beef shots or something, and she was just going to avoid those.
and I'm gonna make punch!
Punch that would probably double as paint thinner due to alcohol content, though it would look very pretty and festive in the beverage dispenser she had also ordered.
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Rey, of course, was super wrong.
I'm starting to feel like i should be doing more besides accepting deliveries
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Especially considering Annie had not asked if she could have things delivered there.
but you don't bake, do you? cause we're doing cookies. Rey did not seem like the baking type but you know, Annie had been wrong about who was and wasn't 'the baking type' pretty recently.
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She was weirdly good at most things, and really they could always get pre-made sugar cookies you just threw in the oven.
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And here Annie helpfully sent along a YouTube video so that Rey would know what she meant by 'decorating,' and also so she could also get an idea of what her kitchen would probably look like after a bunch of drunk people attempted to use frosting and sprinkles.
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no ones will actually look like that.
She wasn't even taking the drinking into consideration, which was why she'd still be finding lone sprinkles in March.
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Not a typo. She actually put 'artiste' on purpose.
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Annie's apartment would never be able to accommodate all the people she was now sure were coming. Plus no lanai!
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They were getting Tollhouse.