Devil's Nest | Thursday

[defenderofdesmoines]

Annie's phone was blowing up when she came in tonight, because guess what, kids -- it wasn't just a pre-election summer in this world, and Annie had friends back home who had a vested interest in who made it to the White House in their own.

And, of course, they wanted her help with all of that.

(For the record, MM also did not believe her when she had told him the recent Presidential track record in this universe, because some things were just too silly even for him to believe.)

In any case, once Kimiko started in with the animated Starlight gifs to go along with MM's patient requests, a decision was reached, and her phone was turned off. Look -- if Diego needed her, it was a very small island, and he could just bring the kids in, okay? Better that than spend the rest of her shift wrestling with a decision she'd made two years ago and stuck to.

That being said.

~*Specials*~
Nostalgia
Manhattan
Starlight Sangria

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[sword_chocobro]

"Hey, Annie," said Gladio, sliding into his typical spot at the bar with a nod and a cursory glance at the specials board before his attention sifted back to her. "How's it going tonight?"

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Pretty good," Annie told him, glancing towards her silenced phone briefly before turning back to Gladio with a smile. "Apparently things are exceptionally stupid back home, but that's just a good excuse to be grateful I live here, right?"

Though, notably, they were not yet as dire as things back at Gladio's home, and that was worth being grateful for too, right?

[sword_chocobro]

Though knowing how thing's on Annie's side of thr multiverse weren't always a walk in the park, either, that definitely got Gladio's brow arching.

"Thought you seemed a little distracted," he noted, especially with that glance toward her phone. "What kind of exceptionally stupid are we talking about here?"

There were so many possibilities!

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh, a woman who can blow up people's heads is almost certainly about to be elected the Vice President in November," Annie told him, widening her eyes sarcastically to emphasize how very exceptionally stupid this was. "And my contacts work for her running mate and, you know, surprisingly enough he's a little worried she might take him out and go gunning for the top spot if they make it to the White House."

And that wasn't even touching the Homelander of it all, or her own still-loyal supporters.

"I'm staying out of it," she sighed, waving a hand dismissively at her phone as though flicking it -- and her thoughts about Victoria Neuman -- away. "Get you a drink?"

[sword_chocobro]

"Yeah," it was a huff of a sardonic grunt that escaped Gladio just then, shaking his head, and thinking that, sure, Ardyn Izunia and the Emperor and Verstael Besthidia had all been sadistic and cruel assholes, but, at least as far as he knew, none of them were capable of making people's head just explode.

Not without weapons or Starscourge, anyway.

"And that sounds....smart," he decided, after a moment to think about just the right word. "Especially with what you've got going on now."

Little babies to worry about and all. If anyone had a good excuse to not get tangled up in literal mind-blowing politics...

"And yeah, hook me up. You know I think to lean toward the blended drinks, especially this time of year, but that last one's calling my name in particular out of, you know," he nodded her way, "solidarity."

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I'll throw a lot of ice in it," Annie promised with a wink, "so it's sort of -- blendery adjacent?"

Because yeah, solidarity was appreciated. And honestly, that was giving her an idea of just answering all those Starlight gifs with baby pictures. She had commitments here, now.

[sword_chocobro]

"Good enough for me!" Gladio snorted with a nod. He could be pretty easy-going in that respect. "Let's do it. Hook me up."