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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"Are you alright?" Besides the mild alcohol poisoning, obviously.

"Was it great? That game was very odd." He should not be allowed to play that game. Or maybe he should always play that game.

"Oh, I'm fine," Summer said, with a wave of her hand because she knew better than to shake her head. "A little more coffee, some food in my stomach, maybe a trip to Mooby's on the way home, and a good nap and I'll be good as new."

Because she was so young and this was hardly her first stupid bender.

"And Jaye," that was her name, right? That was Jaye? She literally reported on her on radio all the time, but she wasn't a hundred percent on that, "totally was playing it wrong, so that didn't help, but it was still a pretty great maneuver that I'm sure no one is regretting today..."

"The donuts are good," he said helpfully. He'd probably eaten more than his share.

"It's not normally that odd then?" No Stark, normally people don't play that game and end by drinking on 'I never was executed.'

Summer was definitely sticking to the bagels. The idea of more sugar right now was actually slightly worse than the idea of more alcohol.

"It's one of those things," she offered, "that just really depends on who you're playing with. So, around here, it actually probably can get pretty weird."

Stark was occasionally fueled entirely by sugar. He'd eat the donuts to save you from them, Summer.

"I hadn't played before. But it seemed odd enough."

See? And now Stark was being a good friend!

Her head tilted a little. A little too far, at first, so she had to blink a little and readjust, but then she ventured, "Odd how?"

She actually kind of wanted to ask if they had drinking games where he was from, but, remembering about the whole slavery thing, she guessed maybe not, and it seemed like the kind of subject to generally avoid post-party when moving around too much made you kind of want to blow chunks on the floor you were going to have to clean later.

Stark did his best, Summer. Usually.

"I may just have not understood the rules. At first. Or ever." Or understood the point. Thanks, Jaye! "And," he added, "I may have contributed to the oddness. At the end."

"I think that's a sign that you were doing it right," Summer offered with a small smile. "And the rules got messed up from the get-go. It's supposed to be legit things you've never done before. Like my example of not having been blonde. You try to pick things you haven't done that maybe a lot of other people have, to make them drink more. Everyone decided to just lean hard into the drinking more part," which she could only approve of, really, "and skipped the part about it having to be something you've never actually done before, and just made it...anything."

She shrugged a little.

"Feels like you don't really need the game at that point, though, when you can just...drink."

"That way makes more sense." If any drinking game could really be said to make sense.

"We probably didn't need the excuse. There was plenty of drinking not for the game."

"Exactly," said Summer. "No one needs an excuse to drink at a party; that's the whole point. I've always seen it as a game to try to force your friends to have to drink more. Like with my 'never been blonde' thing. That was definitely targetted at Annie specifically. Or, like, if I wanted to target you, I would say, 'I Never lost a mask before.'"

Actually, that was kind of a good one, and she'd have to remember that for next time!

"Or for Barry, I could be all 'I Never had a jello experiment attack my class.' Only that wouldn't have worked last night because he thought he was Santa Claus, but you get to make your friends drink and there's probably a few surprises in there when people you might not expect to drink wind up drinking, too."

"Jello attacked a class? I missed that. Should listen to the radio more closely." Did that jello have meat in it, by any chance?

"More people drank than I thought might, on some things." He hadn't expected anyone to drink on his last statement before leaving the game so Kitty had been quite the surprise.

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