GIRL'S NIGHT

[can_fight_ugly]

WHO: Anne
WHERE: Anne's House
WHEN: Tonight
OPEN TO: OTA/Mingle
WARNINGS: Drinking, will edit as necessary

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[The video opens to show Anne's living room with a subtle glowing decor of candles and greenery and red berries (though, to note, care has been taken so the two elements are not intersecting). Anne herself is sleek-haired and smiling, with a little kitten perched on her shoulder. She's got one hand up to steady him as he's the inquisitive type, trying to lean in to sniff at the device she's currently talking to.]

I received two surprises today. Little Lynn on my shoulder, here, and an obscene amount of wine. So, I am declaring Girl's Night. 'Girl' is up to your interpretation. If you want to hang out and enjoy some wine, you'll be welcome. Just, BYOG; bring your own glass. House 53.

Private to Franklin

I was gifted with way too much wine for one person, and am throwing a little get together at my house. You're more than welcome to come, and I also wanted to know if you want me to set a bottle aside for you?

Private to Tony

Bottle of wine with your name on it if you want it, as thanks for helping me deal with Eddie and Venom.

At The House

Anne has pulled out a selection of eight bottles and set them in the living room. She's stashed two for herself and the rest are in the kitchen just in case they somehow run through the first 6,000 millileters. She's not sure how much interest there will be or how many people will show up, but she's also aware that what she's got could be considered a hot commodity.

So why not barter with it, Anne? Why not trade it for favors, labor? She asks herself, but the answer is too bare and ready; I'm lonely. The idea of filling her house up for one night for something that's not related to survival, surrounding herself with friends, will make the truth she's facing a little easier to bear.

Hadn't those been the best Girl's Nights? Either sharing a celebration or gathering to commiserate? It's not something Anne did often - she wasn't usually the one organizing it - but with everything that's been happening lately, she'd felt she was in need of a little release and what a perfect sign it was to find the 'Crazy Single Cat Lady Starter Kit' on her doorstep. At least she can have a sense of humor about it.

She's got a dry red opened and a glass poured for herself as she waits for people to arrive.

Comments

[can_fight_ugly]

Anne's eyebrows peak, "Seriously? You're not just pulling my leg because I can't fact-check, are you?"

That would be one hell of a risk. Still, if his firm took down Fisk she doesn't entirely disbelieve him, either.

"So ... is that you volunteering as troup leader?"

[clouded_heart]

Foggy shakes his head slowly. "I wasn't even meant to give the opening statement. My partner was meant to do the research and opening, but he didn't make it to court, so I had to do it."

Foggy never really saw himself as a leader. "Um, how about 'den mother'? Or is that Frank?"

[can_fight_ugly]

"Wow. I hope he had a good reason, that's top level bullshitvto do to a partner."

At his suggestion, she stifles a laugh. "Den Mother. I like it. "

[can_fight_ugly]

"Interesting is definitely the word for it."

It was hard to grow complacent, too, when your survival depended on being proactive and clever. "Wine makes anything easier to handle. "

[clouded_heart]

Foggy is quiet. He doesn't know why. Matt never told him explicitly. "He said he had a good reason. I believed him at the time."

It hadn't been. Not really. "I've been accused of mothering. I don't know how true that is."

[mediumhoodie]

It was an interesting thought though it was quickly diverted by Anne's final question. The kitten was a light purple-blue hue with deep green eyes. It's feathers were like any other peacock though they were short and more tail like than they were peacock like. The kitten had healed its paw quickly enough but a name... Kat hadn't really thought about that.

"I don't know." She admitted with a soft exhale. "I haven't thought of what to name her. Anyone I could name her after is male..."

Kat paused and then added. "Eva? Maybe? Is that a good name for a cat?"

[can_fight_ugly]

The things one does for their trashfires. "From here? I'd have to say that, yes. It does sound like you're the mothering type. Not always a bad thing ... but, you might want to reconsider it in your professional life."

[clouded_heart]

"Oh, professionally I'm pretty ruthless. That's different." He's proud of his ability to tear apart witnesses and shoddy cases if he has to.

[can_fight_ugly]

"Eva sounds good. If you want something a little different but still feminine, might I suggest Marsha, or Ruth?"

That was just touching the tip of the iceberg for naming references. Her own cat from home was named after a character in a show she used to watch, and her cat here was simply the first name of that same character.

If Kat wanted names that were more relevant, Anne figured she'd speak up.

[can_fight_ugly]

"Oh, Honey, I wasn't talking about the clients." She gives him a look. Professional still applied to your business partners. At least, it had to her. "You have to take care of you, too."

[clouded_heart]

Foggy drops his head back to look at the ceiling and avoid her gaze. She's right. He let Matt get away with a lot of shit. "I ended the partnership after the trial. Because he lied to me about why he was missing court." And because Matt had told him that his night job and Elektra would always come first. Not in those words. But it was what he had meant.

"I went to another firm. Big firm. Well paid. And... it's all kind of not relevant here, given no jobs and Matt needs me."

[can_fight_ugly]

She purses her lips. She knows how that works, doesn't she? First few days here and she was already trying to make things easier for Eddie and Venom.

"I might be hypocritical if I try to give you anymore advice. Are you enjoying the wine?"

[clouded_heart]

Matt's blind. In a way he's never been before and he needs Foggy like he's never needed him before. "Advice is always helpful, even if it is hypocritical. It's easier when you're not embroiled in it. And the wine's good, thanks."

[womanofvalue]

"I know of him, but I've not actually met him, which is a travesty," Peggy informs Anne, seeing as with how important the man is in Tony's life, she knows it's a matter of time. "I think that no matter what he's like, I'm sure to like him plenty, if only to torture Tony," she quips with a smirk.

"And, of course, I can't comment on him, it would feel odd and strange," she insists, waving away the very idea of thinking of a Stark in that way.

[connatural]

"Take it you're not finding it at all engaging?" She knows a lot of people don't, but she can't help that she does. It's just another step up from the life she's been through, and it isn't going to let her get bored either.

"But there's that. I suspect it's why they keep us limited," she admits, having at least put some thought into this.

[mediumhoodie]

"Marsha or Ruth." She thought about it and shook her head. "Wasn't Marsha from an old TV show?" Ruth sounded far to masculine for her kitten. She was surprisingly feminine which Kat wasn't at all used too... let alone in a cat.

"I'm not sure if those names fit."

Kat didn't watch a lot of TV but she knew a lot of basic references. Her life was a little unusual for someone who grew up in a city.

She picked up the little kitten who wiggled its paws in the air. "What do those names mean? Eva is the name of an angel who fell in love with a demon." Kat was staring at the kitten now, trying to see if the name fit somehow. She really wasn't good at this kind of thing.

[assemble_the_lovbacken]

Thor takes the bottle and does as Anne had done, sniffing the opening. It smells strong and not all that unlike what he can remember drinking in the great halls of Asgard. He knows that it won't taste exactly the same, and he reminds himself that things can be different but just as good.

He takes another sniff as he listens to her explain, though he is unsure of what word she's just said. It's unlike any he's heard so far in his time on Midgard.

"Yes, on par with a San-jo-geese." He's trying, Anne. He smells it once more before bringing the bottle to his mouth and taking a hearty gulp. He knows to let it sit in his mouth for a few seconds, despite being tempted to chug it all the way Valkyrie had done on Sakaar. It isn't an Asgardian wine, but it is has a strong flavor. After swallowing, Thor grins at her and nods. "Yes! This is very good! You are a wine master!"

[championofsnark]

Hawke is an expert at keeping a drink from spilling while flopping or tripping or beating someone over the head with a stick at the same time. It's a particular type of skill. "Not every man, but yeah, some of them. I keep wondering what it must be like to have a dick, and if it really is that much of a difference." Hawke does come from an area where men and women are more equal than any other inequalities, but she's certainly come across a few pricks in her time with a backward way of thinking.

"Women are great, though I have run into a few of them that bring bad credit to the gender." Hawke huffs. "This bitch named Meredith? Absolute psychopath. Kill all the mages!!!" She exclaims and makes a fist, waving it in the air. That's how dramatic Meredith was, right there. "But yeah on the whole I've had easier times with women. I really wish Isabela was here, you lot would love her." She snickers. "And she'd love you all right back." Aw, her sexy pirate semi-girlfriend. She misses her dearly.

"You can't really make yourself attracted to people though. I suppose the answer is don't limit yourself to hunky men. If you see a pretty girl around and go 'oh hey, I think I could experiment with that' then go for it."

[can_fight_ugly]

"Make a point to introduce yourself; you will not be disappointed." He gave her French pastries to think about, which while it is sad they are not here, there is some comfort in remembering they existed in the first place.

"Tony?" Anne thinks for a moment, wearing a grin that tells all, "I probably shouldn't comment on him."

[can_fight_ugly]

"It's ... taking some getting used to. I prefer larger metropolitan areas, myself." Where there's always soemthing going on, you've got the world of culinary delights to choose from, and hot premieres and special events. This kind of roughing it life is what she used for the brief weekend getaway from the clatter of city life, but was never something she wanted to do full time.

"Probably. And, I guess if anything would be limited I'm glad it's this and not, say, fresh potable water."

[can_fight_ugly]

"She was the mom in Mr. Belvedere." It was a formulative series for Anne. "But I think there were more than a few television 'Marshas' throughout the years. Ruth refers to Associate Justice of the Supreme Court Ruth Bader Ginsberg."

She looks at the kitten and thinks, "I'm not sure what the actual name meanings are. The character Marsha Owens was a mother of three going through law school. Ruth Bader Ginsberg was an actual judge in my time; and she was as badassed as they come. Eva's pretty, though; and that's a pretty cat."

Angel who fell in love with a demon. She finds something almost ironic about the phrase in reference to her own life. "I think Eva works out fine."

[can_fight_ugly]

"I'm glad we were able to find something you'll enjoy." Anne smiles brightly. For as little good she thinks a title of Wine Master will actually do her, it's a nice thought and she's glad to have lead him towards something he likes; it's good to know she's still got skills as far as wine goes.

"So, what were the parties like on Asgard?"

[womanofvalue]

Peggy nods and sips her wine, thinking that if she doesn't get a chance to meet James Rhodes, she'll have to take a bit of a trip to see him and see if they can't find more than a little common ground to appreciate. With a rueful laugh, Peggy tilts her head to the side, already on her way to groaning.

"Oh, please tell me he hasn't gone and tried to sleep with you," she grimaces. "That man is more like his father than he realizes or wants to be, honestly."

[can_fight_ugly]

Anne shrugs, "It was a while ago, while I was interning in New York." She'll spare Peggy the sordid details, though. "You knew his father?"

Up to this point, Anne wasn't aware of Peggy being part of the same world they came from, but this would be a pretty good indication. Of course, it's entirely possible that Tony's father had been here at one point, and she wasn't going to discount the idea, but it was rather unlikely.

"You knew his father?"

I am so sorry for the delay!

[can_fight_ugly]

That's a lot to process, especially on a wine-muddled brain, but Anne does the best she and listens intently to Hawke's tale. At the end, she reaches out and firmly grips the other woman's wrist in solidarity.

"If you need to talk, then talk. I won't judge." That's not her job here, and she knew perfectly well that it wasn't good to let things sit and fester. It did seem like perhaps Hawke wouldn't mind a slight change in subject, though, so Anne sits back with her wine and slides into something a little more comfortable.

"Eddie was lovely. He's empathetic, fantastic lay," Oh god is that the wine talking did I just say that ... "but he's ... oh what was it I called him ... 'pathologically self-absorbed."