Devil's Nest | Monday Night

[defenderofdesmoines]

The cocktail umbrellas were still in abundance tonight, which worked just fine for Annie (who promptly stuck three into the pile of hair on the back of her head that she generously was calling a bun.)

She was distracted -- her phone kept chiming, and every time, Annie was on it like the message was going to expire or something, worried that it would be Vought calling or emailing to cancel her audition tomorrow.

But no, every time, it was her mother, telling her something inane but helpful, like to make sure she used the three-inch curling iron rather than the two-inch since the big curls photographed better.

There was also a good luck message from her friend Countess, which Annie wanted to believe was genuine, but a part of her suspected it was some kind of mind game.

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Bar | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]

Talk to Annie, mod Tiny, the choice is yours.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[hatesparadise]

"Recovered from Steve's tender mercy?" Danny asked, taking a seat at the bar.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'll be feeling it until I'm twenty-five, probably," Annie decided, shaking her head and setting her phone aside. "Beer? Or something adventurous?"

Based on the way she said that, the adventurous option probably involved a lot of booze covered up by a lot of fruit.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[hatesparadise]

"A beer would be good," he agreed. "That madman messed up my ACL when I tried keeping up at that pace."

Re: Bar | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]

"My sympathies," Annie winced, going to pull the beer. "It weirdly helped when he started singing? Though it also took me right back to being, like, fourteen years old at camp."

Re: Bar | 3/29

[hatesparadise]

"Oh, he busted out the training songs," Danny replied. "Now I know he was showing off."

Re: Bar | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]

"On the bright side," Annie offered, setting a beer in front of Danny, "next time Diego and I race around the island, I might have a shot of beating him now that I've been put through The Stairs."

She totally gave the stairs capital letters with her voice, there. They deserved them.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[hatesparadise]

"And I will always pass on that," Danny said brightly, lifting the beer in a toast. "Your body just starts falling apart at a certain age."

It was 30. He meant 30.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Psh." Annie waved a hand at that idea. "I mean, sure, but if I ever blow out my knee or break all my bones stopping a bus or something, that's when I tap Steve to get me into swimming!"

Because swim-training with a Navy SEAL was as gentle as water aerobics or whatever, obviously.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[superjoanjett]

Jessica appeared once again at the bar with her large stack of case files and started to organize them when Annie caught her eye.

"Heard anything about your super hero team up?" She asked Annie.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Audition's tomorrow," Annie told her, just going ahead and grabbing a bottle of bourbon to have nearby. "So, like, any good-luck rituals or dances or charms would be appreciated."

Re: Bar | 3/29

[superjoanjett]

Jessica let out an amused scoff as her eyes went to the bourbon bottle.

Does she really need to ask for the drink at this point?

"I'm the wrong person to ask for good luck," she noted. "And no one has ever said I've had any charm."

Re: Bar | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You have your own charm," Annie decided. "You're just an acquired taste. Like black licorice."

Please note: even Annie did not like black licorice. But she knew people who did, and that was what was important to this simile.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[superjoanjett]

"Nobody likes black licorice," Jessica replied. "Still though. I'll... wish you luck. If the superhero thing is what you want."

Re: Bar | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]

"It's what I've always wanted," Annie assured her, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "But thanks. I'm kinda just looking forward to being done with this whole process. Like, there is so much sleep and pizza in my future after tomorrow."

Really probably pizza then sleep.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[superjoanjett]

"Is it kind of like when a teacher gets tenure you just don't care anymore?" Jessica teased. "After you get it, it's just endless frozen pizza and booze?"

Granted that's mostly how Jessica lived now.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[hatesparadise]

Danny saluted Jessica with his beer in a sort of greeting. Like one did in a bar on a Monday night.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[superjoanjett]

Jessica raised her bourbon glass in response. "How's the justice beat, flatfoot?" she asked.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[hatesparadise]

"Flatfoot," Danny repeated with an amused little snort. "Well, we had a leprechaun in custody for a little while. So it's nuts as per usual here."

Re: Bar | 3/29

[superjoanjett]

"Was he on the run from some children after his lucky charms?" Jessica asked dryly.

Re: Bar | 3/29

[hatesparadise]

"We did follow a trail of cereal to find him." Jessica, this place was sucking out his will to live. It really was. He hadn't even twitched when he said that!

Re: Bar | 3/29

[superjoanjett]

"Shit. Really?" Jessica asked looking a tad horrified. "Shit. When Easter comes around are you going to have to remind the local rabbit population that Trix are for kids?"

Throw Axes | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]

It's satisfying!

Back Office | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]

Where lurky vampires lurk.

OOC | 3/29

[defenderofdesmoines]