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MHA #4; Saturday Afternoon [03/04].
Mar. 4th, 2023 04:37 amSooooooo....Annie's whole interdimensional time-travel briefcase thing was clearly going well.
Summer was not really that surprised, but it did kind of bum her out that, instead of having a post-break-up sangria night with her bestie last night, the only sangria she had was in the form of gorging herself on the rest of Stark's cupcakes (you know, the ones she had previously insisted should be shared in the spirit of sangria) after getting high and going between giggling over everything and crying over everything else, while sending more and more texts to Annie's phone that she knew she wouldn't receive. Well. She hadn't eaten all of Stark's cupcakes, there were still two left, which she was having right now for breakfast.
(Yes, breakfast, in the afternoon).
But it wasn't all just substance abuse and feeling sorry for herself! Summer was busy at her laptop, pouring over some ideas and making arrangements for the party on Monday, which was a frustrating challenge in its own right. Having up until very recently been dating a super-genius billionaire, she had certainly gotten used to a certain...lifestyle, i.e. literally endless funds for all her whims, and while Summer was definitely pulling in some respectable bank through her various jobs and channels, she was working with a much tighter budget than she was use to.
Although....she did still have access to Barry's credit cards. And as she eyed the final total on all of her ideal party supply purchases, she found herself in the midst of quite the moral quandary.
And then promptly typed in that familiar number that she knew by heart by now.
Which meant she wasn't surprised when her phone buzzed with an incoming message a few minutes later, but she couldn't help being a little annoyed, too, because, oh, sure, now all of a sudden, you're paying attention? Summer thought about ignoring it, but that only lasted about two-point-five seconds and she lifted up her phone to read it, bracing herself for a good old WTF, but what she found instead somehow made her feel worse.
Throwing a party?
yeah for purim. didn't u know? im jewish now.
Mazel tov!
Summer just sort of stared at her phone dully for a long time, not really sure how to respond, if she should respond, or if she should just do the one thing she really wanted to do in that moment, which was portal over to his lab and take it all back, but then she reminded herself that he wouldn't be making it to this party, either, but, hey, at least he was willing to foot the bill for it. She needed more than that, though, she could foot the damn bill herself, she'd only used his card just to see if she could get away with it, and she could, but it wasn't nearly as fulfilling or self-satisfying as the thought it would be, but maybe, just maybe, if they just talked about it some more...
Her thumbs had been poised over the first letters of her next response before another text came in, from some gym bro from Tinder she'd been chatting with, one whose muscles would be very impressive had not Summer lived on Fandom.
looking forward to seeing u tomorrow
Followed by a picture. The kind of picture that made Summer very glad she was at her apartment and not out in a public place. A picture that she was going to need to inspect very thoroughly before responding, a response that came much easier and much more quickly than the one she'd been struggling with when this one came in:
let's make it tonight actually
[[ open post is open! though work-related sp is to be expected ]]
Summer was not really that surprised, but it did kind of bum her out that, instead of having a post-break-up sangria night with her bestie last night, the only sangria she had was in the form of gorging herself on the rest of Stark's cupcakes (you know, the ones she had previously insisted should be shared in the spirit of sangria) after getting high and going between giggling over everything and crying over everything else, while sending more and more texts to Annie's phone that she knew she wouldn't receive. Well. She hadn't eaten all of Stark's cupcakes, there were still two left, which she was having right now for breakfast.
(Yes, breakfast, in the afternoon).
But it wasn't all just substance abuse and feeling sorry for herself! Summer was busy at her laptop, pouring over some ideas and making arrangements for the party on Monday, which was a frustrating challenge in its own right. Having up until very recently been dating a super-genius billionaire, she had certainly gotten used to a certain...lifestyle, i.e. literally endless funds for all her whims, and while Summer was definitely pulling in some respectable bank through her various jobs and channels, she was working with a much tighter budget than she was use to.
Although....she did still have access to Barry's credit cards. And as she eyed the final total on all of her ideal party supply purchases, she found herself in the midst of quite the moral quandary.
And then promptly typed in that familiar number that she knew by heart by now.
Which meant she wasn't surprised when her phone buzzed with an incoming message a few minutes later, but she couldn't help being a little annoyed, too, because, oh, sure, now all of a sudden, you're paying attention? Summer thought about ignoring it, but that only lasted about two-point-five seconds and she lifted up her phone to read it, bracing herself for a good old WTF, but what she found instead somehow made her feel worse.
Throwing a party?
yeah for purim. didn't u know? im jewish now.
Mazel tov!
Summer just sort of stared at her phone dully for a long time, not really sure how to respond, if she should respond, or if she should just do the one thing she really wanted to do in that moment, which was portal over to his lab and take it all back, but then she reminded herself that he wouldn't be making it to this party, either, but, hey, at least he was willing to foot the bill for it. She needed more than that, though, she could foot the damn bill herself, she'd only used his card just to see if she could get away with it, and she could, but it wasn't nearly as fulfilling or self-satisfying as the thought it would be, but maybe, just maybe, if they just talked about it some more...
Her thumbs had been poised over the first letters of her next response before another text came in, from some gym bro from Tinder she'd been chatting with, one whose muscles would be very impressive had not Summer lived on Fandom.
looking forward to seeing u tomorrow
Followed by a picture. The kind of picture that made Summer very glad she was at her apartment and not out in a public place. A picture that she was going to need to inspect very thoroughly before responding, a response that came much easier and much more quickly than the one she'd been struggling with when this one came in:
let's make it tonight actually
[[ open post is open! though work-related sp is to be expected ]]
