Annie Hargreeves (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
defenderofdesmoines) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomtownies2022-05-26 07:56 am
defenderofdesmoines) wrote in fandomtownies2022-05-26 07:56 am
Entry tags:
Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening
Annie had spent the whole day emailing with her team back home -- not her actual team, of course, though Maeve had sent her a text saying glad you arent dead and Annie was pretty ready to engrave that on a bracelet. No, no, she was in talks with her PR people, and her beauty team (it was apparently going to be a golden blonde tomorrow, as she'd suspected), and her choreographer.
And between her chosen medium of communication with folks back home, and the way she and Diego shared pretty much everything as it was -- she had not noticed anything was happening today before she came into work.
"Did you miss me?" she asked Tiny as she sidled in behind the bar. "I was in 1963. In case you were wondering."
And of course Tiny hadn't been wondering, but Annie continued, "I almost helped save JFK."
Which. On a different day, she might have framed that as...less of an almost? But whatever.
~*Specials*~
Manhattan
Gimlet
Sidecar
Old-Fashioned
And between her chosen medium of communication with folks back home, and the way she and Diego shared pretty much everything as it was -- she had not noticed anything was happening today before she came into work.
"Did you miss me?" she asked Tiny as she sidled in behind the bar. "I was in 1963. In case you were wondering."
And of course Tiny hadn't been wondering, but Annie continued, "I almost helped save JFK."
Which. On a different day, she might have framed that as...less of an almost? But whatever.
Manhattan
Gimlet
Sidecar
Old-Fashioned