Devil's Nest | Monday Night

[defenderofdesmoines]

Another weekend, another subsequent Monday where Annie was at work with her hood up.

She was keeping her head down, practicing making martinis (with the added benefit of being able to drink them, duh, she really needed that after this weekend) and avoiding Tiny.

Which worked for awhile until Tiny started whistling. And since he'd never done that before, Annie couldn't help but feel that it was obviously pointed, and that he had somehow heard about the weekend.

So, she'd be over here, hiding on a barstool, nursing a not-half-bad martini and avoiding her fellow bartender, who was just being mean.

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Bar | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

Talk to Annie or mod Tiny!

Re: Bar | 1/25

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer's choice of bar for the evening clearly had nothing to do with drinks. Even if she had been here for the weekend, she didn't even think that would factor into her bar choice, because, honestly? As far as things these weekends liked to put her through? She would absolutely not mind at all.'

The choice of bar for the evening was entirely based on the company, because, for these sorts of things, she knew she'd be able to get much better stories out of Annie and, depending on how she felt, she might poke around a little (maybe!) for some opinions on some of the things she'd been thinking about at the store that day, things that she knew poking at Seivarden about would be absolutely useless.

So she asked Tinoy to get her something with turquoise strawberry before popping down next to Annie.

"Sooooooo," she started, not leadingly at all, no, why would you think that? "Sounds like I missed another weekend..."

Re: Bar | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Summerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." Annie actually tugged on the drawstrings of her hoodie so that only her eyes were visible, and her voice was muffled. "How. How did you miss it? How do I miss the next one? Who do I bribe?"

Summer, there had been so much tulle. So much.

Re: Bar | 1/25

[somethingwithturquoise]

Summer gave Annie a sympathetic look that was two beats away from including a pat on Annie's poor hoodie head right now.

"Apparently, the trick is to start going to family counselling every other weekend," she offered, not at all very helpfully, but that had been, ironically, getting her out of a lot of stuff lately.

"It wasn't that bad," she then ventured, with maybe less snark and more concern, wondering if her impression had been wrong, "was it?"

Re: Bar | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I sang with birds and let a chipmunk touch my hair twice," Annie volunteered, undoing the drawstrings and letting up on the dramatics a little. "And tried on a shoe and wore a crown and, like - it was pretty bad."

Not as bad as some. But pretty bad.

Re: Bar | 1/25

[superjoanjett]

Jessica awoke this morning to find some of her favorite ratty t-shirts had been transformed into an evening dress and the memory of ordering various woodland creatures to pour out the foul bottled beverages that were in her "bedchambers".

So needless to say: Jessica was in a mood.

She slumped down next to the hooded figure by the bar and glared at Tiny until cheap bourbon appeared. And then said something.

"I have no basis for this. But I'm blaming you for this weekend."

She really wasn't. She just didn't feel like saying hello.

Re: Bar | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Why?" Annie whined from deep within her hood, peeking out. "I was singing and had to wear pink tulle."

Like, that was beyond the pale even for her, Jessica. "I didn't do it, I promise."

Re: Bar | 1/25

[superjoanjett]

"Fine. Then let's blame Tiny," Jessica said immediately switching blame so fast that it could have gotten whiplash. And also getting a glance from Tiny which only caused Jessica's eyes to narrow.

"That's right, motherfucker. I'm blaming you."

Suck it, Tiny.

Re: Bar | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yeah, it's Tiny's fault!" Under the bus you go, Tiny! "Did you talk to animals? I did. And I had to try on a shoe." And she hadn't even gotten to be a princess for it.

Re: Bar | 1/25

[firstofitskind]

Liam was, upon occasion, a terrible, terrible troll. He'd blame this on Verity's influence if anyone asked, but really, he was like this even before they'd started seeing each other.

Which was why he'd decided that obviously, he had to come visit Annie at work today. With one of the mice accompanying him, perched on his shoulder, much like he'd been all the previous weekend.

"You look like you're having a great evening," he commented, sliding on to a bar stool in front of her.

Re: Bar | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie sighed at him, because really, Liam, no she did not. "It was a very long weekend," she said, shaking her head within her hood.

It was only after a second that she noticed the mouse. "Oh, God, I think there's still a mouse on you, Liam." Because obviously this was a holdover vermin situation. She counted herself lucky that she hadn't had Pierre the Chipmunk cuddled up in bed with her this morning or something.

Re: Bar | 1/25

[firstofitskind]

"Is there?" Liam said, in clearly feigned surprise.

"HAIL!" cried the mouse in question.

"Huh. You're right. So there is."

Re: Bar | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

"...is it not over?" Annie asked, in slowly-dawning horror. "Um. Hail."

Look, she had learned - even before this weekend - that if something weird in Fandom said hi, you said hi back. Or 'hail,' as the case may be.

Re: Bar | 1/25

[gotyoucookie]

Nick was in full repression mode! He was also definitely not about to handle the bar with the supposed zombies and the person from space or whatever, so he'd try the nice, normal place.

...that was totally not his thing but whatever.

"Can I get a beer?"

Re: Bar | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You sure can," Annie told him, hopping up to get the nice, normal guy she didn't know a beer and glaring at Tiny as he whistled off down the bar. Look, she was pretty decent at pulling beers now, so she could totally handle this one, thank you. "Are you a new person I haven't met yet, or, like, a friendly blacksmith looking for adventure or something leftover from the weekend?"

Either one seemed likely, and now Annie really appreciated how confusing it must have been for everyone when she'd arrived the Monday after Parents' Weekend.

Re: Bar | 1/25

[gotyoucookie]

"I don't know what you're talking about, I slept from Friday until I woke up a couple hours ago."

This was his fantasy right now. To have a time machine and to do that.

"I'm one of the new teachers? I guess?"

Re: Bar | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh, hey, me too." And if he was new, she was just going to let him cling to that delusion. Or - honestly, he might have been in an enchanted sleep. She wouldn't have been surprised if that had been the case. "I mean, I've been here for awhile, but I'm newly a teacher."

She stuck a hand out over the bar to shake as she set his beer down. "Annie. I do performing arts on Fridays."

Re: Bar | 1/25

[superjoanjett]

Jessica knew that look. And decided this guy needed help.

"No you need to do better than that," she declared and waved down Tino. "Bourbon. Give him a double."

Re: Bar | 1/25

[gotyoucookie]

"Okay, I like what you're thinking," Nick decided.

Re: Bar | 1/25

[superjoanjett]

"And then we keep it coming," Jessica agreed. "And then nothing matters anymore if we drink enough."

She pushed a bottom shelf glass of bourbon in front of him.

"Drink up," she said downing her drink. "I'm Jessica."

Re: Bar | 1/25

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Nick! Teaching buddy!"

Like, Summercwas pretty much contractually obligated to wave at him and go say hi when she saw him, right?

"How you holding up, man?"

Re: Bar | 1/25

[gotyoucookie]

"Good! Absolutely nothing of note has happened!"

Nothing! No things! All good and normal!

Throw Axes | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

Get that aggression out. You know it was bottling up all weekend.

Back Office | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]

Maybe there's an Eric!

OOC | 1/25

[defenderofdesmoines]