MHA #4; Friday Evening [08/26].

[somethingwithturquoise]

So 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 ]]

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[defenderofdesmoines]

There would be plenty of tributes to Maeve in the future, never fear. And she'd never wanted to be Annie's stupid Maid of Honor, anyway.

"I should've asked you in the first place," Annie said in clear, drunken glee as she scrabbled back up for a gleeful, drunken hug to commemorate the moment. "You're going to be the best."

Wasn't like Summer hadn't already been on Bachelorette Party Duty and Make Sure This Goes Off Without a Hitch Duty and You Can't Bring That in Here, Take That Shit Back Out to Your Car Duty, and Oh Darn I Just Spilled My Red Wine All Over Your Inappropriate White Dress Duty, and so on.

[somethingwithturquoise]

Yeah, right? Like, Maeve, you had it, like, sooooo easy.

"Duh-doy," said Summer, rolling her eyes as she took that hug, but she was grinning stupidly and her shoulders hitched up in that particularly pleased way just before she set to the task of hugging the crap out of Annie in response. "I'll be sure to give proper props to the fallen, too, and hey! Look at it this way! You've still even got another redhead to go through if anything happens to me next!"

Not that she wanted to, you know, like, put that out there, but she'd be the first to admit that anything could happen.

She'd be damned if she let anything happen without a good fight, though, at least.

[defenderofdesmoines]

Hey, at least that last remaining redhead had pretty classic taste if she needed to take over in, you know, the middle of an ongoing mental break-slash-possession. Annie wouldn't super mind a Wanda-themed wedding. It'd probably at least all go really smoothly? And with red accents!

"Nothing's going to happen to you," Annie decided resolutely, and maybe the hug got a little tighter there.

It had been a long few weeks, and all.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Yeah, you're right," said Summer, who may have tightened the hug a little herself, in response to that tightening, and remembering why they were even here to begin with. "I've got way too much shit to do between now and the wedding to even have the time. Like, fuck off, literally anything else, I have my best friend's wedding to honorably preside over, you dicks."