Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Even if Annie had spent the first half of the week being run off her ass in New York (sorry, "being celebrated at a benefit"), it didn't mean she could exactly take a break from things when she was back in Fandom.

Apparently the island had other ideas, though. She'd have to think of an excuse as to why she wasn't picking up, since even as much slack as she could get, "my phone was only showing a burning log" seemed kind of...bad, as far as reasons to not answer an email or a text.

Oh well. Enforced break from Vought it was.

~Special~
Christmas Margarita

Comments

Re: Bar | 12/2/21 | DN

[sword_chocobro]

Yeah....Gladio was pretty sure he was pretty good with a change like this. Don't get him wrong; he liked Eric. But he couldn't exactly picture him looking that cute from just stifling a giggle.

Or giggling at all, really.

"How 'bout that Christmas Margarita?" he asked, quirking his grin toward the specials board. "Any good? Or do you have a different speciality that you make that you'd recommend?"

Re: Bar | 12/2/21 | DN

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I think it's pretty good!" Annie told him, having not tried the drink herself. "But I'll warn you that people say my drinks are pretty strong."

At least she was aware of it. The simple solution of 'don't pour as much' was clearly still a struggle, but it was something.

"And if you want it blended, I can do a little show-offy trick." Because who didn't like drinks and a little show? (Especially since Annie was neither shirtless, nor wearing leather to compensate and/or participate.)

Re: Bar | 12/2/21 | DN

[sword_chocobro]

"You won't hear me complain about a strong drink," Gladio assured her, though he was wondering just how strong it actually was going to end up being, "and I'd love to see a show-offy trick. Go ahead. Blend it up. Let's see what you've got, Annie."

Re: Bar | 12/2/21 | DN

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie fixed him with a look as she got the ingredients together for the drink, dropped them in the blender, and made some exaggerated, Vanna White-esque gestures at how it -- what??? -- wasn't even plugged in?

And then it whirred to life, with Annie's eyes gleaming yellow to match. "Look, Gladio, no hands!" she called, as dry as she could while also being heard over the blender.

Just as quickly as it had started up, it came to an immediate halt, Annie's eyes faded back to brown, and she gave a little, slightly-sheepish, "Ta da!" as she moved to pour the drink in a glass.