Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

You know, Annie never really wanted to throw axes at work? Like, sure, it had happened a couple times (and thanks to superhero strength and years of athletic precision, she was really good at it), and she'd definitely done plenty of it when she and the bar had been down in that hole, but normally she didn't really care.

But now, when she came in and found that the axes were now chew toys, apparently, she was struck with a sudden sort of longing for the axe range. Maybe even a nostalgia?

"This seems like it's like, on purpose," she commented to Tiny, squeezing a squeaky axe and letting it whine.

Whatever. Maybe she'd get to toss a real one next week. Who knew.

~*Specials*~
Black Russian
White Russian
Espresso Martini

[opennnnnn!]

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[sword_chocobro]

"I'll add that to the list," Gladio grinned faintly. "I've got a few other options after the tent, too, you know."

He just liked the tent! It would have probably been first if it weren't for the fact that Annoying Prompto was just slightly higher on the priorities than Roughing It Like the Manly Man that He Was.

He gave her a nod, though, of gratitude before having another drink. "But thanks for looking out, Annie."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I mean, I can't let my only regular get frostbite," she noted, with a heavily put-upon sigh. "I would never forgive myself. I'd have to give you free drinks for life."

Nice disincentive there, Annie.

(Also, like, of course he had other places to go. Look at him. If he ended up in a tent tonight, Annie was also of the opinion that Gladio might need to set up a Tinder profile or something.)

[sword_chocobro]

Hey, now, getting a tent all to himself was a luxury that he was not going to get much of in the coming years; he had to enjoy that sort of thing while he could!

"I've managed to not get frostbite so far yet," Gladio pointed out with a grin. "Don't plan on changing that any time soon, and I...don't really think that'd be your fault, anyway."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Yeah, but this is the ugly depth of winter," Annie pointed out, ominously. "If you're gonna get frostbite, it'd be like, now, not in November."

Please be more dramatic, Annie. Please.

"But I will also concede," she added, "that I'm not really a tent kind of gal at the best of times." Now, a cabin? She could get behind a cabin. But Annie needed running water and real walls to survive, please, no matter what lies she told herself. (Plus, like, her powers very much depended on some version of civilization being nearby, too! It would suck to, like, run into a bear and be miles from electricity!)

[sword_chocobro]

"It's definitely not for everyone," Gladio admitted easily with a shrug, and a chuckle, for Little Miss Ecotourism B&B, "as...some of my students definitely found out today, but honestly? I love it. I bet the summers around here are going to be great for camping."

Which made it even more tragic that he wasn't (spoiler alert) going to be around to enjoy it, but at least he was not going to be lacking in the camping experience.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Oh no, that really was a tragic spoiler!

"It does get very nice around here in the summer," Annie admitted. "Kind of on the muggy side. And, oh, God, last year was like, a record-breaking summer for cicadas? For...some reason?"

Nature...reasons?

"So there were bugs this big," she said, holding her thumb and forefinger a good two and a half inches apart, "everywhere, all last summer. And they're noisy, too."

[sword_chocobro]

That spoiler wasn't even the start of that tragedy, really.

But for now, there just trying to get over how cute of a bug those must have been.

"That big?" asked Gladio, holding up his own hand in an estimation to match Annie's, then his brows lifted. "That's all? Were they babies?"

Look, bugs on Eos were not fucking around.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie gave him a purposely flat look, arching one brow skeptically. "Are you, like, a secret Australian?" she asked, shaking her head. "No, they were fully grown! And they yelled, all the time!"

Annie may have been a superhero who lived with another superhero and they both had fought a lot worse than some cicadas, but that didn't mean that whatever bugs and spiders that made it into MHA #2 weren't dispatched in wildly overdone, knife-or-blast-related ways. Because gross. Gross.

[sword_chocobro]

"I am not," Gladio assured her, "but I was in Australia just before this. They got big bugs over there, too? But, yeah, no, certain parts of Lucis? You can find some about..." He thought about it for a moment, before his own hands spread out in about a foot's distance, then, reconsidering, moved it out to about a foot and a half.

"That big? And those are just the little ones. They don't yell, though, I'll give you that much. Don't get me started on the spiders, though."

Really, though, with that in mind, Prompto's aversion to creepy crawly things wasn't all that unfounded...