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Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

So, something was clearly going on today, considering Annie had been in and out of both of her uniforms at random all day, and had watched Diego go through the same thing. (Had it been nice when he'd randomly had no shirt but added boxing gloves? Yes, but that didn't make it any less weird, thanks for asking, narrative.)

Almost immediately upon getting to work, though, she found herself in her usual I'm Not Famous, Seriously get-up, and irritably pulled her sunglasses down her nose so she could at least write the specials board.

~*Specials*~
Beer?

She could make other things, but right now her confidence that she'd be able to complete a mixed drink before doing something weird and unpredictable was pretty shot.

[flying OCD free because it's that kind of day, and offscreen Diego changes modded with permission!]

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Well, Danny was here, so Steve wasn't far behind. Staaaaaaaaaaaaaring.

WHELP. Danny's response to that was apparently to draw a gun.

"You good there, babe?"

More or less with the gun thing?

Clearly that was an invitation to hug!

Which, frankly was probably Steve's response on non-weird days, too.

"I'm good."

Hopefully he liked hugging a pony too. "This day sucks."

He was too busy hugging Grace for a second. "I dunno, it has some upsides."

"I've had better," Danny sighed because he'd missed out on that Grace hug there.

Well, now Steve was hugging Danny again, so hopefully that made things better?

Weirdly, no! Normally it would, though.

"What the hell is even causing this?"

"I have no idea," Steve said, staring into the middle distance.

"Well, it can stop now!" Danny said, miming how he wanted to strangle the island. Which, you know what? Accurate this time.

"It totally should," Wayne agreed, nodding along. "Totally," Garth added.

Danny took a deep breath to not comment on that, but you could tell he wanted to. Or she wanted to. It was confusing right now.

Steve turning into a pony wasn't going to help that at all, was it?

"Dammit."

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Well, Annie seemed really worried about that staring. Almost as worried as if Steve had been, say, laying on the ground with a bunch of shrapnel sticking out of him.

"Want a beer?" she offered, concerned.

Well, since Steve was bleeding from a head wound right now..."Beer fixes everything, right?"

That's healthy, Steve.

"Almost!" Annie's words might have been relatively optimistic, but she was really pretty horrified by Steve's head wound. "What happened to you?"

Still gonna get that beer, though, as soon as she was done being Really Worried.

"Nothing that's important," replied a Much Too Small for a Beer Steve.

Annie, now showing way too much cleavage to that small child, looked sad. So sad she might have been crying already, in fact, given the state of her mascara. "How about, like, a juice to make it better, little buddy?" she offered with a sniffle.

"I think I'd rather have a beer," Steve said, looking at her dubiously. "Little buddy."

"Well, you were little a second ago," Annie commented irritably, flashing her eyes at him as she got that beer.

At least her boobs were put away now.

And Steve wouldn't look at them! Because he was a gentleman and also almost 15 years older and that would be gross.

"Today is very frustrating," he said.

"In so many ways," Annie agreed, seeming pretty pleased about it as she set the beer in front of Steve.

And now he couldn't look at her cleavage, anyway, because she was clasping her hands over her chest and looking flattered by the attention of some ~~NPC behind him.~~

He was turning his head off to the side anyway! "Well, cheers," he said. "Hopefully this wears off tomorrow."

"It's a weekday," Annie, now thirteen years old, laughed. "Usually that bodes well for it being a one-day thing, right?"

"If this lasts all weekend, I think Danny's head will explode," he said, turning to where Danny had, apparently, teleported across the bar to stare back at him.