MHA #2 | Saturday Morning...ish

[defenderofdesmoines]

The sun was out, and the party was over. Hatefully.

The apartment was covered in glitter, and Santa hats still were strewn across just about every surface. The kitchen was a mess of wassail and jello, and Annie didn't even want to look outside at how many cigarette butts were probably on her precious balcony.

But. Traditions were traditions. She'd started the coffee before she'd run out on her little errand, and it was done when she returned with a big box of bagels from JGOB, and a cup of coffee for herself. More to go around that way, see?

And now to...pick her way, hungoverishly, through the wreckage and put things back together.

But at least she hadn't thrown up in a shower this year. It was the small things.

[totally open for anyone who would like to say they stayed the night, or who'd like to come help clean up! flying OCD free because I'm tired from yesterday still.]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

"It's the most wonderful tiiiime of the year."

And Summer managed to make that little mumbled tune someone sound both miserable and sarcastic and oddly satisfied and trumphant, all in one, as she seemed to just manifest out of no where from wherever it was she wound up crashing, summoned by the coffee, which she seemed to blink at blearily for a moment before reaching for it and clinging to the idea of it desperately first before going to drink some, and looking a bit like maybe she'd just been replaced by another dimension's apocalypse version of herself for the weekend again.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Annie greeted her, opening the box of bagels in offering as well. "Feeling okay?"

Annie was standing and talking, so victories abounded.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I...don't remember, like, half of last night," Summer admitted, shaking her head and looking a little stunned about it for a moment before she sipped her coffee, melted into it with a groan that....let's be honest, they were all friends here...was practically orgasmic, before sighing happily and grinning sleepily over at Annie. "I feel great."

Seriously, she'd almost OD'd on one of the most deadly substances in her entire universe before; a little (okay, okay, a lot) of booze was hardly anything these days.

Granted, the pounding in her head right now was trying to disagree with her, but she was just going to shut that up with more coffee.

"Ooooh, bagels."

Yeah, those were going to be destroyed.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Last night was a lot," Annie agreed, reaching for a bagel for herself and also preemptively digging around in a drawer before producing some ibuprofen with a little raise of her eyebrows. "But it was so fun. Did you see if anyone actually got droned? Like, from what you remember?"

Annie had been pretty distracted, what with the vampires she'd had to let in and the glittering of her boss and the karaoke and the making out in a pantry (as was tradition.)

[stykera]

"Morning, Summer," Stark said once he'd arrived and had some coffee of his own. "I think it was a good party."

Excellent party judging just by Summer's morning after.

[stykera]

Stark felt a bit fuzzy around the edges but he was functional this morning. Maybe what he'd whispered in Faye's ear, leading to a somewhat earlier exit from the party and back upstairs, had saved him from more wassail and a worse fate. In any case he'd left Faye mostly asleep upstairs, with a promise of pancakes later if she wanted, and headed back down the stairs to see if anything needed to be done. He remembered how much there had been last year and there had seemed to be more glitter this year, somehow.

And now he was knocking, very gently, on the door.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was a little slow getting it, but she was also a little slow in general.

"Morning, Stark," she said, stepping aside to let him in. "There's coffee and bagels and headache stuff."

The traditional Post Christmas Rager breakfast, of course.

[stykera]

"Oh. Coffee." Stark nodded as he walked in. "Coffee is a good idea." He almost never made his own coffee, preferring the sugary and ridiculous concoctions at the Perk. "Thank you. And my head is...fine. Just a little fuzzy. I think. Doesn't hurt."

Yet?

"I came to see if you needed help. Wanted help."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I would love help," Annie told him sincerely, leading the way over to the coffee (and the ridiculous creamer she indulged in and Diego largely ignored.) "Diego's working today and my goal is to have it all to rights before he's home."

Which was...ambitious.

"It doesn't seem as bad as Rey's last year?"

[doctorgingerspice]

After doing a drunken-but-thorough check for knives on the couch, Will had clearly decided it was a good enough place to fall asleep last night (or earlier this morning, more like).

Not a great sleep, judging by the distressed noises he was currently making, followed by a “No, don’t-!”

And by that point he’d thrashed right off the couch and onto the floor and was, regrettably, awake.

“Ugh.” He opened his eyes, blearily looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings. “Wha?”

Good morning, sunshine!

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Will?" Annie made her way over in her hoodie and sunglasses, pulling the latter off as she checked on him. "Hey -- you okay, buddy?"

Hangover nightmares seemed downright cruel, if that was what it had sounded like.

"There's coffee," she added, almost a whisper. "And ibuprofen."

[doctorgingerspice]

“Coffee?” Will echoed from the floor.

Coffee sounded fucking great right now.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"And bagels," Annie added. "But if you want to sleep it off a little more, too, I don't think anyone's in the guest room."

And if Five had actually ended up there (maybe with that Belle girl that Annie had totally noticed and had meant to lecture all night), there was definitely no one in the master at the moment, either.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight had been able to make it back to the apartment because thankfully at his size, even a bad binge buzz wouldn't last too long. And he DID have a new pup at home he had to take care of so that had helped keep him a little more restrained. And right now? He was very glad for that as he stood outside the apartment and gave a knock.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Morning, Dwight," Annie said once she got the door, a little slower about it all than she normally might be. She stepped aside to let him in. "Come to see the carnage?"

Drama more, Annie.

[alwaysonguard]

"Actually, came by to see if ya needed any help cleaning up" he said holding up a bag with a few cleaning supplies and trash bags. "Brought a few things just in case."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You're a lifesaver," Annie said gratefully, leading the way towards the kitchen. "Help yourself to coffee and a bagel, and I've got ibuprofen if your head is like mine. There's a glitter vacuum that Barry made me last year, and I'll bust that out once everyone's kind of...awake and able to cope with the noise."

[shutupandkillsomething]

Had Cade even been at the party last night? Or in this galaxy? No one would ever know, but here he was, passed out under a couple of not-quite-as-inflated as last night holiday decorations.

"Coffee?" he asked.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh my God, Nickleback, you made it," Annie greeted him, surprised and totally unsure of when he'd shown up. "Yeah, there's coffee."

[shutupandkillsomething]

"Astral," Cade said, running his hand through his hair. "...anyone seen my shirt?"

He was like 60 percent sure he'd been wearing one when he arrived.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"If we don't find it, I'll get you one of Diego's again." ALL THE CHRISTMAS RAGER TRADITIONS COMING TRUE, BEHOLD.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon had, in the wee hours of the morning, sat down in a corner for a moment. And promptly fallen asleep. Not that he slept well, but it hardly seemed worth it to try to head home the few times he blearily rolled over. He'd slept in worse places; at least this one was voluntary.

He rubbed his eyes (they got really dry when you slept with them open) and squinted against the faint light made worse by all the glitter he and the room were covered in. "Morning?" he mumbled, more trying to verify that than actually greeting anyone.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Morning," Annie greeted him, a touch less warm than she'd been with everyone else, just for the moment, in favor of a slightly hesitant tone. "There's coffee and ibuprofen and bagels, but only if you promise you're not gonna be mad."

Look, he seemed to be taking this building manager thing way more seriously than Danny ever seemed to. Annie had to be sure.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon frowned. "Is there..." He stopped, but it took him a second to come up with appropriate wording. "I'm not sure why I would be mad. I'd prefer tea, but coffee is fine, and it's kind of you to offer."

Sorry, Annie, his head was still fuzzy.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Okay, now he got a little smile. "I can put the kettle on. I just didn't want you to go all, like, responsible building manager on me about the mess. Nothing permanent happened, I promise!"

That she knew of!