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

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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.