Devil's Nest | Monday Night

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was clearly distracted as she took her place behind the bar tonight. As a means to avoid the temptation to drink at work -- even something as innocuous as a Shirley Temple (the sugar) -- Annie had brought a tall tumbler of some kind of green juice to sip on. Granted, mostly she was just sort of annoyed about it, rather than, like, basking in her newfound health benefits, but it was probably a better choice than the beer she really wanted.

She was also trying to be a little more active tonight, even through her distraction, and kept finding reasons to go look in cabinets and pace around and basically just annoy the utter shit out of Tiny. Part of it was that she actually felt compelled to hit her step count today; part of it was that she was, honestly, just kind of anxious and trying to burn it off a little.

The Devil's Nest was open, even if the bartender was busy with her phone and her juice and her nerves.

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Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Not everyone, but a lot of us got our start early," Annie admitted. "I know, the pageants are a whole thing. But it got my name out there."

And honestly, given that she'd not only competed in those pageants but often won, they would probably be a positive factor in her audition for The Seven, as well.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[thatwaslucky]

"So that's a point in your favor, right? If they know of you?" Rey asked.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Definitely," Annie said with a hesitant smile. "My biggest thing is that I need to stand out, so anything that helps them remember me is good."

She made a little face before admitting, "I think I might have a real shot at it. As long as I don't mess up the audition." Which was why she was going to be a wreck for the next week.

Re: Bar | 3/22

[thatwaslucky]

"You're going to be amazing," Rey assured her with a smile. "I'm sure you don't have anything to worry about."