A 7-Eleven in Seattle | Saturday Night (Maybe Sunday Morning By Now?)

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie had put up a really good effort with Summer's birthday, and had even hung in there a surprisingly long time before she'd eventually hurled the colorful contents of her stomach into a trash can.

And, like, not only did she feel a lot better now without quite as much booze sloshing around in her stomach, but it would also probably do her a little bit of good to get some Gatorade (and a whole loaf of bread!!!!) into her system before trying to take any more portals, since that really seemed to be the issue.

She was, however, rampantly drunk-texting people -- her boyfriend, people who weren't at the party, people who were at the party, coworkers (because that's just what Queen Maeve wanted, right? A blurry selfie of Annie with an accompanying im on a bar crawl snd you shld be so produ of me!)

But that was easily forgotten once they were in the store. "Oh my God, Rey, they have a mashed potato vending machine," Annie pointed out, like the existence of such a thing was a miracle.

Like, to be fair, it kind of was?

[for the space bestie but if you wanna mod a drunk text from Annie and respond here I'm down for that too!]

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[thatwaslucky]

"I think those are probably not real potatoes," Rey warned, though let it be known that she would of course eat them if there were no other options. "Remember what we're actually here for."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Bread," Annie remembered. It helped that she really did love bread. "And Gatorade!"

The triumph of knowing the correct answer.

But also there was, like, a lot of candy right here by the door as an impulse thing, so she was also just going to go ahead and grab an Almond Joy as she vaguely looked around.

[thatwaslucky]

"Is there anything else you might need? Do you have aspirin at home?"

Look how she'd learned since Christmas!

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Nooo, Diego's ready," Annie assured her with a little shake of her head. "Do you think they have any fun booze from this universe I should take back? I still have my ID out!"

She waved it around helpfully, because she'd had to have it at the ready all night and like, maybe Rey and the cashier and anyone else in the store wanted to see it, too.

[thatwaslucky]

"What counts as fun booze?" Rey asked, gesturing for her to put her ID back, or lower it, because she'd need that later.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Things we don't have at home," Annie replied, though now she was distracted by her own driver's license. "Do you think this is a good picture of me? I get to retake it on my birthday this year."

It was a perfectly average picture of her. Perhaps more interesting was the fact that it had her full name on it, and Rey might not have known Annie was actually a Rebecca.

[thatwaslucky]

"I think it's a lovely picture... Rebecca," Rey said, thinking maybe if she started towards the food aisle Annie might follow.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Ew." Annie frowned at her, though she was totally trailing along towards food. "Don't first-name me, I feel like I'm, like, in trouble. I wanna see your picture now!"

Obviously Rey would have a driver's license, despite all evidence to the contrary.

[thatwaslucky]

"I don't have one," Rey said lightly, looking around the aisle for whatever looked interesting. Maybe Annie wanted sunflower seeds!

[defenderofdesmoines]

She would totally take sunflower seeds. Also these Mountain Dew-flavored Doritos she'd found. She was at least going to carry those around for a minute.

"They don't do ID in space?" she asked, confused.

[thatwaslucky]

"They do, but I've never needed one, and I'm technically a fugitive anyway," Rey pointed out.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"But what about driving your ship?" Annie asked logically.

Never mind that 'driving' was the wrong word to use there.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey shrugged. "It's never come up."

She actually did need to be licensed, but again. And anyway she was on the lookout for bread.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie could totally be distracted with bread, but she was also curious about this whole ID thing. "We should get you a license so you can drive a car," she decided, picking up a little bag of gummy bears, scrutinizing them, and putting them back on the wrong hook. "'Cause you need that here. For cars."

Not really. Like, it was probably really similar to how Rey should be licensed to fly, too, but whatever. Don't get pulled over.

[thatwaslucky]

"I don't drive," Rey pointed out, having to look into the next aisle for actual bread. "And I don't have all the information to put on a license."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"They don't ask for anything weird," Annie noted, trailing along and getting distracted by looking at the whole Hostess selection. Was it a good time for donettes? They were always so disappointing, but maybe she'd take some home with her. Make poor Diego deal with a ton of powdered sugar everywhere along with the rest of this mess. "Just like, the color of your eyes or whatever."

[thatwaslucky]

"They won't let me just put 'Rey' on a license," Rey said, gesturing towards the bread. Helpful, alcohol-absorbing bread.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Man, I wish they would," Annie said, because the Rebecca Anne on her license was, like, annoying, and it would be so much cooler if her license just said Annie!! Maybe, like, with a little starburst next to it.

But she was also not so drunk that she didn't circle back a second later as she was reaching for a loaf of bread (of which there were several, and this was going to be a decision.) "Wait, it's just Rey?"

She was totally the worst friend for not realizing this before now, but she had also sort of figured Rey had like, an unpronounceable last name or something and just avoided using it.

[thatwaslucky]

"Just Rey," she confirmed, which was totally cool and she definitely didn't have any issues about it, and wasn't this bread interesting? So many kinds!

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Like Madonna?" Annie asked, dropping her voice to a reverent whisper as she just held the bread she'd chosen, ignoring it for now. "Or Beyoncé?"

That was actually super cool. Like Rey was like, this unique person who didn't even need a family name!

Never mind that the Ciccone and Knowles-Carter families totally recognized these women even if they didn't use their surnames professionally.

[thatwaslucky]

"No, just like me," Rey said with the tiniest smile. "I don't remember anything before I was left on Jakku. No last name."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Wait, really?" And that didn't quite sober Annie up, but she did look like she felt pretty bad about jumping right to the lady-popstar thing. (She'd been ready to also bring up Cher, too!) "Oh, Rey, that sucks, I'm sorry."

[thatwaslucky]

"It's fine," Rey shrugged. And she wouldn't really know Cher very well either. "But I'm not rushing to that DMV place."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"No one should, anyway," Annie assured her, briefly considering the bread she was holding before putting it back and picking up an identical loaf. Okay. "You were by yourself?"

Annie had kind of figured that, like, maybe Rey would have been...adopted by someone, at least? Something like that? (And you know what, let's all be grateful that she was not Rey Plutt, actually, on that note.)

[thatwaslucky]

"I had someone who gave me food and shelter for a couple years or so, but then I was on my own," Rey said. "What was wrong with that first loaf?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"It has a weird squish mark," Annie informed her. (It did not.) "God, Rey, I did not realize that. You're like the biggest badass I know, wow. Like, I already knew that, but like -- wow."

And Annie would have more articulate, sensitive questions and thoughts about this when she was sober, but right now she was mostly kind of just impressed that Rey had survived on her own as a kid, and it showed.

"You, like, are like Beyoncé." She clearly meant it as a very high compliment, at least.

[thatwaslucky]

"She's a much better singer than me," Rey said lightly.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Maybe. But you're even more, like, amazing," Annie assured her, entirely sincere. "And you should make up a cool last name so you can get ID for the next party."

Because obviously this was a great night and needed to be repeated, even if the next party was likely to be on the island and, thus, not necessitating identification.

"We should get slurpees." Also important, because Annie was still very hammered, and had been too distracted by the novelty of the mashed potato machine to realize that, like, this was 7-Eleven, where slurpees lived.

[thatwaslucky]

And since Rey still had reservations about just coming up with a name that didn't belong to her, she was more than happy to move on to Slurpees.

"I've never had one," Rey said, ensuring that they were getting them.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Well, that can't stand," Annie decided with drunk seriousness, toddling over to the slurpee machines with her bread (and her chips and her candy. Decisions would have to be made, soon.) "They're all good, but cherry and Coke are, like, the classics."

Annie was probably going to opt for blue raspberry because she was living her best and most chaotic life tonight.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was a going to be very impressed at how much Annie could carry, maybe.


"No Coke flavors," she said. "I'm done with soda tonight."

Cherry it is!

[defenderofdesmoines]

Like, Annie had offered to carry Summer. Half of a convenience store in drunk impulse-buys was kind of the same, probably.

"Watermelon and Mountain Dew," Annie read, her eyes widening. "Yes. That one."

And actually, now was when the chips were getting jettisoned in favor of Annie getting herself a cup. (Not a giant one, actually! There was something like restraint, there.)

[thatwaslucky]

"You are making some choices tonight," Rey said, like she wasn't picking up her own cup to drink pure sugar.

She was also pretty sure she was going to end up picking up anything Annie dropped to make it easier on whoever was working here.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was at least generally setting discarded items on surfaces. Just not at all where she'd originally found any of it.

"Least they're not boozy choices anymore?" Annie tried with a giggle, and on that note, probably a good idea to just go ahead and make sure she'd put her driver's license back in her pocket. (Yay for pockets!!) "I took vitamins earlier, anyway, I'm invincible."

Not true, Annie. Not true.

[thatwaslucky]

"You threw up in a trash can," Rey reminded her.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"And now I feel a lot better!" Annie pointed out. "Invincible."

Oh, right, she also needed to get Gatorade while they were here. That was part of why they'd come.

[thatwaslucky]

Rey was not forgetting the Gatorade!

"How about we don't test that further, at least." Maybe? Possibly?

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Fiiiiine," Annie drawled good-naturedly, twirling her slurpee cup with a practiced little maneuver to make sure she didn't overfill it before fumbling around for a lid.

And then carefully, studiously trying to affix it to the cup before turning to Rey plaintively. "Help?"

Look, simple things got complicated when you were this wasted invincible.

[thatwaslucky]

Very helpfully, Rey came over to place the lid securely on her cup, then made sure it was securely on there.

"There you go."

That's right, Annie, Rey is your mom right now.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Thank you!" Annie sang out cheerily, stabbing a straw down into her slurpee and gleefully heading toward the register with her candy bar and bread in tow.

Totally forgetting that Gatorade, yes, but she was also taking a detour to consider the whole Hostess thing again. Priorities.

[thatwaslucky]

"What color Gatorade do you want?" Rey called. She was getting it, Annie, she was getting it.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Blue?" Look, she was ending this night with a weird blue mouth one way or another. "And we need a picture!"

Because God forbid they didn't document their time here at the 7-Eleven with a selfie.

[thatwaslucky]

"I should have seen that was coming," Rey said, grabbing two different kinds of blue Gatorade just in case before coming back to the register, and you know what, bringing the chips along, too.

Regret it later, Annie.