Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie was feeling a touch bittersweet as she opened up the bar and wrote up her specials board tonight. It was a little weird -- and, if she let herself dwell, more than a little nerve-wracking -- to think how long she'd be gone from this place after tonight, and that when she returned, the (very active, thanks kids) twins currently stomping all over her internal organs would actually be little babies at home with their dad.

"Aww, Tiny, you shouldn't have!" Annie exclaimed, upon spying that he was carving two little pumpkins that, to Annie's eye, looked almost identical, but not quite. Definitely like related siblings, though, right? Like little twin pumpkins?

Right?

It would be forever a mystery whether Annie was delusional, or whether Tiny was, possibly for the first time ever, using his art to do something nice for her. (Not much of a mystery, really, when it was put like that.)

~*Specials*~

Mother of Pearl
Mom-arita
Kiss Your Mother
Frosé

[open, OCDless, and this is indeed Annie's last bar post until January!]

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[pocketpretzels]

“I wonder why that is?” Watts mused.

It’s because even alcohol couldn’t escape weird gender shit, Watts.

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I think it's because going hard on a theme like that is a pretty feminine thing, culturally," Annie offered thoughtfully. "Most of these recipes were lifted off of themed menus for Mother's Day. I'm pretty sure most dads just like being left alone on Father's Day?"

Though she was unsure, having been father-free since 2007 or so.

[pocketpretzels]

Watts shrugged. “I was raised without either,” he said. “So I have little expertise to offer there.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I can meet you halfway on that," Annie offered, setting his drink before him with a sad little smile. "My dad walked out on us when I was ten. Though I will say, so far Diego is a very involved father, so maybe that cultural perception is due to fade a little here in 2023."

[pocketpretzels]

“That’s good to hear, regarding Mr. Hargreeves,” Watts said honestly, picking up his drink and taking a sip. “At least you shall not be outnumbered, then.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Nah, it's two on two," Annie promised, shaking her head. "Plus apparently infinite babysitters."

Though, again, those offers would be whittled down to a list of actual candidates. Kimiko, you were great, but you were not watching her babies unsupervised until they could at least walk.

[pocketpretzels]

“Well, if you’re making a list, there…” Watts said. “You could include me on it.”

[defenderofdesmoines]

"You sure?" Annie asked, both touched and also -- like, in receipt of a series of recent reality checks as far as the care of babies. (And still more were coming!) "Even though there's two of them?"

[pocketpretzels]

“Even though there’s two of them,” Watts confirmed.