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MHA #4; Friday Evening [08/26].
Aug. 26th, 2022 04:47 amSo there was at least one good thing about spending the week where one of your bestie's other job completely exploded in an inglorious series of very dramatic, very cool events that changed everything in a galaxy far, far away....and that was that when it came to making the absolutely now required aftermath sangria, Summer could make it using space shit.
There was just something about space sangria that just made it better. Probably because it involved using booze meant to knock out individuals with much higher constitutions than the average human.
Either way, she was glad that she brought her portal gun with her on her trip with Lana so that she could duck out when necessary, and she was particularly glad that she had not needed to use it for some catastrophic emergency (although one could argue that a sangria night of this magnitude kind of was an emergency).
But she was back, she had her space sangria ready, and now all she had to do was wait for Annie to make that long and arduous trek down the hall from her apartment to Summer's, all the while fending off a whole wave of passive aggressiveness and irritated looks from Pancakes, who had clearly not appreciated Summer's absence this week.
"I could have just left you with Barry for another day, you know," she reminded her, a point that Pancakes begrudgingly acquiesced to her before stalking off to find the best position to just sit and sulk at her while she had her sangria.
[[ for the ex-Miss Starlight, pls! With a big fat CW for discussions of violence, SA, death, and everything you'd expect from a drunken aftermath thread of this magnitude ]]
There was just something about space sangria that just made it better. Probably because it involved using booze meant to knock out individuals with much higher constitutions than the average human.
Either way, she was glad that she brought her portal gun with her on her trip with Lana so that she could duck out when necessary, and she was particularly glad that she had not needed to use it for some catastrophic emergency (although one could argue that a sangria night of this magnitude kind of was an emergency).
But she was back, she had her space sangria ready, and now all she had to do was wait for Annie to make that long and arduous trek down the hall from her apartment to Summer's, all the while fending off a whole wave of passive aggressiveness and irritated looks from Pancakes, who had clearly not appreciated Summer's absence this week.
"I could have just left you with Barry for another day, you know," she reminded her, a point that Pancakes begrudgingly acquiesced to her before stalking off to find the best position to just sit and sulk at her while she had her sangria.
[[ for the ex-Miss Starlight, pls! With a big fat CW for discussions of violence, SA, death, and everything you'd expect from a drunken aftermath thread of this magnitude ]]
