Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You know," Annie told Tiny, keeping a little bit of a distance from the whole ski resort thing while polishing a glass, "they make all these little porcelain figures doing cute snowy things. Like for Christmas villages? If you wanted to fill it out. And they make little trees and things, too."

Just planting little alpine seeds here, don't mind her.

Annie had foregone her baggy hoodie today, and was thus proudly rocking out her slightly-protruding bump now, along with a chocolate milkshake she'd made first thing upon arrival and had, no kidding, at least seven cherries in it that she was excited to eventually get to.

~*Specials*~
Raspberry Margarita
Floradora
French Martini

[open, no OCD, and I'll be putting the S in SP for a little bit here as I have a couple meetings this morning!]

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[pocketpretzels]

“Good evening, Annie,” Watts greeted, gaze doing a slight flicker down to that bump, at which he offered her a brief smile when he looked back up.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Hey, Llewellyn," Annie replied with a returned smile, twirling her shake straw. "How's it going?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Well enough,” Watts replied. “Nothing worth complaining about, in any case. How are you?”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'm all right," Annie replied honestly. "We're getting ready to move into a house across the island, so right now I'm mostly enjoying avoiding packing."

Moving was the worst.

[pocketpretzels]

“Ah, yes,” Watts nodded. “Moving is in general troublesome and tedious.”

On the other hand, he’d met Steven while moving in to his current place, and that had worked out rather nicely if he did say so himself.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Hey, speaking of -- would you like a blender?" Annie asked, eyebrows lifting up. "We got like...way too many when we got married. And I'll also throw in half a carton of orange juice, since I know you're a fan."

And that was the latest thing that Annie had recently learned would aggravate her anytime-sickness.

[pocketpretzels]

“I- “ Watts reeled back slightly, clearly not having expected the offer. “Actually. Yes, if you’re sure. I haven’t had use for one until recently but if Steven and I are to keep up with these attempts to do our own cooking rather than rely on takeout… well. It could be quite useful.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You know I'm an advocate of blenders as a whole," Annie replied, shrugging and smiling. "I think you can even use one to make some soups."

Not like, in a way she knew how. But she'd watched Ina do it at least once.

"I'll run it by at some point," she promised.

[pocketpretzels]

“You know where I live,” Watts told her. “At least, so long as you drop it off within a week.” A pause. “Not- I mean, I will still be living there, I just won’t be living there. Although not permanently.”

That probably cleared things right up.

[hasaknightjob]

Visible bump or no, Marc knew better than to ask if someone was pregnant. Frankly Annie could have been nine months along and giving birth in the bar right now and Marc still wouldn't ask.

He would, however, say "Hey."

[defenderofdesmoines]

Well, Marc was wise, clearly.

"How's it going, Marc?" she replied, plunking another cherry into her shake. Why not?

[hasaknightjob]

"Not much," Marc said. "Doing okay?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Can't really complain," Annie replied easily, already moving to grab his usual whiskey. "Or, well, I could, but it'd all be really petty, and no one needs that."

[hasaknightjob]

Marc nodded to acknowledge the correctly anticipated drink. "You still... packing?"

Be honored he remembered that much, Annie.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"We're getting there," Annie said with a nod. "Should be ready to schlep all of it across the island -- or, well, we're kind of paying someone to do that part -- by next week."

She made a face as she poured his drink. "I'm just at the stage where I wanna be done with it, you know?" Maybe just buy all new stuff, leave their existing things behind rather than pack anything else.

[hasaknightjob]

"Easier when you keep it light," Marc said, by way of agreement. "That's why I try to stick to the essentials."

You know, clothes, toiletries, weapons.

"Steven doesn't get it," Marc added. "He gets on me about not living in the place. I don't want more to have to keep track of."

Ignore things like how "his" bedroom currently had some decorative items that had been gifts from Liz, Steven, and Watts. It meant nothing.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I get that," Annie noted lightly, sliding the drink over. "From both sides. Like, believe me, I get the minimalist thing right now, but there's something to be said for putting down roots, too. Making a place feel like yours."

Which, in some people's case, did indeed mean stashing weapons in various places, as she well knew.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gave her a nod of thanks for the drink. "This is one of the longest stretches I've been in a single place. It's weird."

Not the longest stretch, but up there.