fandomtownies | Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

The bar totally smelled like...something, didn't it? Annie wasn't going to worry about it, given that she actually had the miracle of some time off this weekend. For the first time in months, her Wednesday-Sunday break in Fandom was staying intact.

Granted, the tradeoff was that her show started filming in a little over a week, but that could also be worse. She was pretty happy with the lineup of contestants -- particularly since, yes, she knew one of them pretty well and was kind of crossing her fingers for him. At least for now, anyway.

But she was looking forward to a quiet night at the bar so she could focus on something that had nothing to do with Vought or the Seven or being on TV: she had her phone out, and she had Pinterest up, and Annie was being a goddamn bride for awhile while she dicked around at work tonight, okay? Tonight was going to be about forgetting she was a superhero, and instead concentrating on whether she was more of a veil or a tiara kind of gal. ~*Specials*~
Honeysuckle Red Drink Punch
Strawberry Mojito
Kentucky Lemonade

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Have a drink! Weirdly, Tiny does not seem interested in Annie's choice of bridal headgear, but he'd be happy to get you a drink if you'd prefer to mod him.

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Who had two thumbs and had finally decided to check out one of the drinking establishments on the island?

This guy.

"Miss January," he greeted, with a motion somewhere between a twirl and a flop as he sat himself down at the bar.

"Mr. Watts," Annie returned, watching that...movement, let's go with that, with some amusement as she leaned a hip against the bar. "Though you can call me Annie, if you'd like. How's it going?"

He... would not like. Nothing personal, just a bit too informal for his Edwardian sensibilities, Annie.

"I've no complaints-" he stopped, frowned, and then revised his statement. "I have some complaints. About the absurdity of Wednesday activities. But it's a new day," coming up on the end of a new day, actually, "so I am trying not to dwell on it."

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Well, Watts was gonna force the issue of Annie deciding whether she was keeping her maiden name by year's end, if he kept that up. (Not a bad thing! She needed to figure that out anyway, and being called Miss January on the regular might help!)

"Oh, complaining about Wednesdays is, like, a rite of passage around here, though I like that optimism," Annie replied, smiling. "It drops off at the end of August when the kids go back to school, at least."

“Optimism,” Watts echoed, looking amused. “Not usually a trait ascribed to me, but I’ll take it.”

"I always encourage looking forward instead of dwelling on the tacky shirts and humiliating antics of yesteryear," Annie advised, throwing a wink in there for emphasis. "Can I get you something to drink?"

She was more than willing to help with the stuff that might be baffling to a guy from a hundred years ago, too. (God help him if she got to use her blender.)

“I certainly hope so,” Watts said. “How’s your wine selection?”

"Pretty decent! We have red and white and pink," Annie replied, moving over to gesture to the (much more expansive than her answer might have indicated) wine bottles and even pick up a bottle of sauvignon blanc to play show model with.

“Hmmm,” Watts mused as he scanned the available bottles. “I’m almost afraid to ask the price, but-“ he named a merlot from the late 1890s. It had been reasonably priced back home, but who knew what it would be 100+ some years later.

Annie ran her fingers along the bottles, tapping with one nail triumphantly when she found the merlot in question. "Oh, not too bad," she assured him, rattling off an extremely reasonable price for a glass of wine. (Assuming he did not want the bottle, of course.) "Hardly anyone drinks wine around here. Eric probably wants to move it."

Still, the initial price was somewhat shocking for someone used to paying less than a dollar a glass. Though once he had a chance to do the math, he supposed Annie had a point regarding the price.

"Ah, well, they're missing out," Watts shook his head. "I've no qualms with beer, but if I'm to sit and truly enjoy a drink, then wine it is. I'll take a glass of that, then."

"I'm a cocktail kind of girl," Annie admitted, fetching a corkscrew. "Or -- oh, man, have you tried the modern wonder of alcoholic seltzer yet? Great stuff."

Or, you know, basic stuff, but Annie was pretty basic sometimes.

“Every day it seems I am discovering something else I simply must try,” Watts said, amused.

"The brand you want is called White Claw," Annie shared as she set the glass of wine in front of him. "And like -- I recently accidentally time-traveled back about fifty years, and I couldn't get enough of the weird novelties in that time that I'd never seen. It's kind of a fun...form of tourism, in a way."

Watts pulled a handful of paper scraps out of a pocket and produced a pencil from… somewhere.

WHITE CLAW, he scribbled on one of those pieces of paper.

He gave the wine glass a swirl and a sniff before taking a sip.

“Ah,” he said. “Interesting. Suppose I ought to have expected the taste to change somewhat.” Not in a bad way, just- not quite what he’d been expecting.

"Oh, shit, did it like...age on you?" Annie asked, curious as she grabbed the bottle to look at the year. "I didn't even think about that."

Wine was so interesting!

(Also, Watts, she was more of a 'take notes on your phone' kind of person, but respect.)

“It did at that,” Watts nodded.

He knew of mobile phones, thanks to Steven, but had yet to go to the trouble of procuring one for himself. Someday!

"Not all the way into vinegar?" Annie asked hopefully. "I can get you something else, if you want."

“No, no, it’s fine, don’t trouble yourself,” Watts waved a hand dismissively. “Not bad, actually.”

I think it's here? Right?

Maybe Eric's lurking and has opinions about tiaras!

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