defenderofdesmoines | MCA #1 | Saturday Morning into Afternoon

Entry tags:

MCA #1 | Saturday Morning into Afternoon

On Saturday morning, bright and early - like, so, so hatefully early - Annie ventured out to make good on a stupid promise she’d made. All right, it wasn’t a stupid promise, but it was one Annie was really regretting now, because she knew how bad it had looked when she’d left. So much glitter. So many spilled shots. She herself had straight-up poured beer on the floor at least once and had to actually replace a lightbulb. Who knew what had become of the various reindeer?

Plus, she knew there were almost certainly people in there who would need carbohydrates and coffee to get through this day, just like she would. So, Annie made her way into Rey’s apartment, laid out the assortment of bagels and donuts she’d picked up and set a pot of coffee on (caf was a mystery she would ask Rey about later, but she’d noticed the coffee in the pantry before she’d broken it.) Then, she made a few trips back up to her own apartment to grab her vacuum, that glitter thing Barry had made her (bless you, Barry), a case of water bottles, and a bunch of cleaning supplies.

By the time she was done, the coffee was too, and Annie still kind of wanted to die, but at least the people waking up here would have caffeine and water and carbs at their disposal.

[for those waking up here or kindly helping to clean! ~~please hold for just a touch of OCD~~ and we are good, ping at will!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Steve'd had a designated walker, God, Danno, but he had been promised a chance to use the glitter cannon, so here he was looking a little worn around the eyes but otherwise surprisingly okay as he let himself back into the apartment at too-damn-early o'clock.

(He was hiding the hangover so hard. SO HARD.)

"Coffee! Non-eggnogged coffee!" he said as a small herd of clopping (so much clopping. Whhhhhhy the clopping) mini-horses cantered into the apartment with him, dropping marzipan.

Edited 2020-12-05 16:07 (UTC)

"Oh, I hate that," Annie greeted him, glaring at the horses. "Oh my God, I hate them. We have coffee and we have donuts and I want to die."

She totally had the glitter cannon for him, though, laid out proudly on the bar top. And she was hoping that Steve just didn't notice that the glitter in it perfectly matched what had been shot onto his lanai, whoops.

"Do you have Gatorade and ibuprofen, too?" Steve asked.

"Water and painkillers," Annie agreed, "but I didn't get Gatorade."

Because this was her first really bad hangover. She'd learn the tricks, eventually. "Rey has some kind of magic space coffee I could make, too."

She might get into the caf if things got desperate, just to see if it helped, too.

"Magic space coffee?" Steve echoed hopefully.

"I dunno," Annie said, dubiously opening up the caf she'd found. "It seems like coffee but somehow better."

She'd already had two cups of the regular stuff herself, so. Couldn't hurt.

"You seem...relatively chipper." Relative to the other incredibly miserable people Annie had encountered today, anyway.

"Training," Steve admitted with a grin. "We drink hard too, but we have to be ready to go the next day."

"I," Annie told him, feeling very twenty-two and very non-super today, "have never drunk that much in my entire life, and if you asked me to train right now, I would probably just lie down."

Steve laughed. "That's why you're not a SEAL."

"There are probably a few other contributing factors," Annie admitted. "But my alcohol tolerance is definitely one."

"Do you love swimming, push-ups, and being yelled at by sweaty dudes with no sense of personal boundaries?" Steve asked.

"Love is a strong term, but yes, yes, and...occasionally yes?" Annie said thoughtfully. "Like, Iowa, so I'm not the strongest swimmer? But anytime I'm not hungover and you wanna do a pushup contest, I'm game."

She was honestly not sure who would win, but competition was always great motivation.

"Nice," Steve said, grinning. "I'll definitely remember that."

"Why do you have tiny horses?"

Stark, you should know better than to question these things by now.

"They followed me up from downstairs," Steve said.

"Oh. Of course." It was Fandom, that actually made perfect sense. "They brought candy and you brought coffee."

Did Stark really need more sugar or caffeine? No. But that had never stopped him before.

"I didn't know tiny horses even knew how to make candy," Steve said, "but I'm pretty tired today so I'm willing to let it go."

"They might not have made it," Stark pointed out. "Maybe they only deliver it."

"That makes slightly more sense," Steve said, "on the scale of animals and random candy."

Stark nodded as if this were a perfectly rational conversation. Not that he was a great judge of that.

"I think I prefer the bears with sodas. But this is good too." He was like a hummingbird with the sugar sometimes.

"Once I realized they weren't there to eat me, it was fine," Steve said, nodding.

"Has that been a problem before?" Look, Hawai'i was a complete mystery to Stark. Maybe Steve was constantly in danger from bears.

"These ones never seemed dangerous."

"Well, not bears," Steve admitted, "but most things I encounter tend to try to kill me more often than not."

It was the part of the perils of being on serialized cop TV.

"That does happen sometimes." Hawai'i must be a very dangerous place.

Stark could relate to the feeling. Though nothing had tried to kill him all that recently.

Super, super dangerous. It was amazing it was such a tourist destination, really.

"I've gotten used to it," he said. "Here's a nice break, really."

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]

Re: Clean/Repair the Apartment [12/5]