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!]

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"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

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