defenderofdesmoines | 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

Stark had spend the night here, not on a racecar bed (that would have been quite awkward since it had been occupied by Jaye), but on the floor cuddled up to an inflatable reindeer. The reindeer had seemed like a good pillow alternative at the time. Of course, at the time he'd just meant to sit down for a few minutes. Instead he'd fallen asleep and slept like the dead. Well, not quite like the dead. He would know.

When he woke, not in his own bed, he sat up quickly and looked around wild-eyed before the glitter and decorations made sense and he remembered where he was and relaxed. Sort of.

"Oh." He rubbed at his eye, then pushed the reindeer away. "Not a pillow."

"Morning, Stark," Annie greeted him, with no enthusiasm whatsoever because she had none, today. "There's coffee and food."

She was also sort of glad that at least one reindeer had served a purpose.

"Morning," Stark echoed. "Good, thank you."

He stood up, wondering how he'd accumulated so much glitter on himself while sleeping.

"Feeling okay?" That was mostly rhetorical; literally no one here felt okay and probably wouldn't until, like, tomorrow afternoon. "You were like, I Never champ."

Stark thought about that for a moment. "Mostly. I think? I slept on the floor." In someone else's home. "Didn't mean to. Food should help. And coffee. That was a strange game." Which he had definitely made stranger at the end there.

Maybe that whole 'not-entirely-corporeal' thing he had going on was coming in handy. He looked more like he'd had a rough night and slept on a glitter-covered floor and less like he'd participated in a group alcohol poisoning attempt.

"It was a terrible game," Annie told him, actually laying her head down on her arms where she was. "And hey, no judgement on the floor sleeping. I knocked over a lamp in my own apartment, so like, at least you didn't break anything?"

She had also broken things here! Annie was talented.

"Why did we play that game?" That was a very good question, Stark.

"I don't remember damaging anything." Perhaps his dignity. "Were you hurt?"

"It's really hard to hurt me, I'm fine." Aside from the massive hangover. "And I think we did it to get drunk."

Because obviously they had needed help doing that?

"Good, good." It was always better when there were no injuries to deal with. "If that was the reason, it worked." Obviously.

He turned towards the bar and the coffee and the food. "Donuts!" His sweet tooth would never be satisfied. Never.

"Donuts," Annie agreed, head still down. "Oh my God, this is the worst day."

There had been good things and she was actually kind of into the magic space coffee, it turned out, but still. Worst, worst day.

"Can I help?" He didn't want you to have the worst day, Annie. You had so kindly not shot him with a glitter cannon when given the opportunity.

"You are super nice," Annie told him. "If you wanna help clean up, I'm not going to say no."

Cleaning up would be extremely helpful.

"I could help," Stark said, nodding. "After food and coffee." The donuts were calling out to him.

"Of course. We need to stay alive in order to clean," Annie told him, not feeling like she was exaggerating at all.

"Nobody's dying," Stark said confidently. "Even if they think they are."

MCA #1 | Saturday Morning into Afternoon

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]

Re: Wake Up [12/5]