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GIRL'S NIGHT

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

[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.

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After getting the "okay" to come to the gathering, Thor gathers himself and heads towards the location mentioned in the original video. He would've liked to have had more Midgardian-appropriate clothes, but all he has are his obnoxiously yellow scrubs. He keeps meaning to ask the other villagers how it is they managed to get less garish outfits, but the thought slips his mind whenever he's in a conversation with someone else. Perhaps he'll remember to do that tonight instead.

He's still learning the geography of the village, so he knocks on the wrong door a couple of times before finding what he hopes is the right one. Rapping his knuckles against the door, he takes a step back to allow for a wide berth in case it's another stranger, tucking his hands into the pockets of his scrub trousers.

Hearing someone at the door, Anne excuses herself from her current conversation and walks over to welcome the next guest. She's got a glass in hand as she opens the door with an easy smile and slightly flushed cheeks.

"Hello and welcome to the ... party ..."

There's one thing about seeing the news articles and hearing casual chatter by the watercooler, and it's something else to know that you're sharing a tiny village and having pleasant and gramatically thoughtful conversations, but it's an entirely different matter altogether to open your door and find the actual God of Thunder standing on your porch.

Oh, Anne knew it was likely, after they last texted, she'd been expecting him to arrive, but her already wine-clouded senses have to swim through the added actuality of him stnaidng there and for a moment she can only stare before taking in a breath and composing herself, "Thor! Come in, come out of the cold-"

She steps back so she can have room to enter; the fire's going and there are people and together it's made for a cozy night, compared to outside. "Did you bring a glass? What's your preference, red or white?"

Thor looks at the opening door expectantly, his face frozen in its typical pleasant expression. He isn't sure what to expect. The last human gathering he'd been to and enjoyed had been the party at Tony's apartment in New York City, back when Ultron still threatened Earth. It had been a lively and enjoyable evening, full of drink and food, including the 1,000-year alcohol he'd brought in his little flask. He's not nearly as fortunate this time, he's saddened to remember, but it doesn't do much to dampen his spirit.

It's not that he's used to the wide-eyed, mouth-agape stares, but .. well, he sort of is. Especially after he'd joined up with the Avengers. There were some mortals who approached with easy friendliness and casual conversation, but there were just as many, if not more, who reacted in a similar way to the woman he presumes is Anne at the door. It's always a bit of an ego boost for him, and he revels in it for as long as it lasts.

He nods his thanks and takes a step inside, eyes scanning the room. It's a good energy, he thinks. It's intimate, but not overly so. There's a certain ease with which the people conduct themselves, and he wonders whether he'll be able to match their vibes.

"Anne, it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person," he says, turning back to look at her fully. He smiles again, this time a bit brighter than before. It's more genuine than vacantly pleasant. "A glass! .. Oh, no, I don't think I did," he says, patting himself down like he'll find it hidden in a pocket. "I am sorry about that. I was so concerned about getting here on time that I completely forgot to bring one with me. As for preference, I have none; I will defer to your tastes."

She's at least adept at recovering from the shock and moving on. You do have a certain charisma about you, Thor.

"Well, I'm a little limited on stemware at the moment ... I guess if you want, you can either share my glass, or ... I have a bowl?" Which, she thinks as she looks up at Thor, wouldn't be entirely unfitting in his hand. "Or, you could claim a bottle and just drink out of that."

Thor considers her glass for a moment, but he ultimately shakes his head. He feels like it might be far too presumptuous to do such a thing, especially considering they've only just met. He considers a bowl, which has a certain type of appeal, but ultimately, the claiming of a bottle for himself wins out.

"In Asgard, we would have celebrations that would last the night - with endless food and endless drink! Being mortal now, I doubt that I will be able to engage in the same level of merriment, but a bottle for my own couldn't be too terrible." Thor has no idea what it means to be drunk, by the way. "What is the difference between red and white? I never considered the color; I mostly just drank it."

"Well, generally speaking they're just made from different kinds of grapes; red grapes versus white grapes, but they both come in a range from dry to sweet. I guess the question would be, do you like your wine more robust or crisp?"

She'll lead him back to the coffee table in the living room where there are a couple bottles already tapped and a few waiting their turn. If she had to guess, she'd put him at a medium-bodied red, but she wants to hear it from him before she goes picking something. In the meantime, she refills her glass from the full-bodied red that was her preference.

"By the way, if you're worried about tolerance, just make it a goal to drink one glass of water for every glass of wine you have." A practice she is not exactly following herself, but that's on the condition that she will make up for it at the end of the night once everyone has left.

Ha.

"I ... do not know," Thor says, perplexed by the question itself. He's never had to consider whether he liked his wine robust, crisp, red, or white. When there was wine to be had, he had it. When there was mead to be had, he had that, too. He generally preferred mead, as well as his special 1,000 year-old speciality, but he isn't one to turn down something like this. His brows stitch together in thought as he tries to come up with a decision, realizing after a few moments that she's walked away and into the living room. He hurries himself to the coffee table with all of the wine there and lets his gaze linger on each one for a few seconds, willing them to volunteer themselves to be imbibed.

It doesn't work, of course. They simply stand at attention, letting him make the choice on his own.

"I would think .. robust? Given how I am most of the time. Robust seems like the right choice." So many muscles, after all. "One glass of water for each glass of wine," he repeats with a nod. It seems like a lot of work, and he isn't sure he'll follow the advice, but he tucks it away in the back of his mind as a "for your information" tidbit.

"Alright then, I would suggest this one," She picks out the bottles and finds an unopened one that she thinks will do for someone of god-status. She uncorks it, take s a sniff of it herself to ensure the label was correct, and then passes it over.

"It should be on par with a sangiovese, if remembering my wines correctly." She takes a sip from her own, watching Thor and waiting for her verdict.

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!"

"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?"

"Oh!" Thor exclaims, the weight of the stories he's got racked up in his brain all pouring out in that one word. He lets out a hearty laugh as he leans back, careful not to spill any of his masterfully picked wine. "Beyond your wildest imaginings! Endless feasts of all the meats and delicacies you could imagine. Endless barrels of wine, and ale, and mead. Oh, mead! That was my favorite drink to have. I also had a special blend of this one alcohol that took 10,000 years to ferment properly. A thing of beauty." He lets out a wistful sort of sigh. "They'd go on for hours and hours, often all night - or over many days. Wonderful, wonderful things. Does anyone here know how to make mead, by chance?"

"Ten thousand years?" Humans were only just starting to harvest barley and wheat, if she remembers her history correctly. She can't help gaping at him with surprise.

But then he keeps going and she's able to find her dignity once more. "Mead? I don't know off the top of my head, but I wouldn't be surprised. Or, have you thought about making it yourself?"

"Yes!" Thor exclaims brightly with a grin to match. "There were some mortals who wanted to try once, and I tried to talk them out of it, but they insisted. They were slurring and non-sensical with only a sip!" He'd kill for a taste of it. He'd kill for even a fraction of what he'd been used to in Asgard. Not to discredit current company and environment, of course; he's enjoying himself thoroughly so far. Still, it's hard not to yearn for the comforts of home.

On that note, he takes another hearty gulp of his wine.

"I .. have not. I wouldn't know the first thing on how to do it, except that a massive amount of honey would be needed, and I'm not sure if there are bees here that are willing to part with it. From what I've been told, the insect life in this village is .. peculiar, at best."

"They're certainly not normal, not by Earth standards." And apparently not by Asgardian standards as well. "But maybe there's an alternative that will work? Something that's similar but unique to here."

She raises her own glass in a toast. "To learning new skills?"

"I'm glad to know that I'm not the only one grappling with understanding these foreign creatures; I'd have thought that maybe you Midgardians might have an upper hand, because you've already dealt with them before. But it seems we're all on even ground in that regard." But now that Anne's put the thought in his head, Thor can't help but wonder if making mead would be possible. He'd have to ask Tony about it the next time he saw him, or maybe Bruce. If anyone would know how to procure the honey and then turn it into mead, it'd be one of them.

With a smile, he raises his glass to meet hers with a gentle clink.

"To learning new skills," he agrees, then adds, "and to making new friends."

"I think it's even worse because some of them are almost like what we have at home - but not quite. You expect them to do one thing, and then they're doing something else wholly unexpected. If you don't know them before hand, they just ... do what they do, and that's that."

She smiles as she takes a drink.

"I've heard that many of these creatures can harm us," Thor quasi-asks, even though it's in the form of a statement, not a question. Being vulnerable to random wildlife is a weird and bizarre concept to the once-Aesir. For a little while, he barely wanted to leave the safe confines of his cabin for fear of what might happen should he encounter one of these damaging creatures, but he'd gotten over that rather quickly. No point in living a life like that, he figures. Although the idea of dying isn't .. exactly positive, either.

"And that they sometimes attack without being provoked. I have never really had to .. think about this sort of thing before. I mean, I fought and defeated the fire demon Surtur without a second thought. And his minions. Thinking that an insect could potentially kill me is ... weird."

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"Welcome to the rest of us." Anne can't help but chuckle a little, "I think as long as you don't poke them they shouldn't poke you, not here in the village. Out in their territory? Just be vigilant." She shrugs. "I can't really say I have a lot of experience with wild animals, but I haven't been eaten by a bear yet so; so far so good?"

"Don't go around poking strange creatures. It's advice that seems simple enough to follow," Thor says, though his tone indicates he's not as convinced. He can be a little impulsive, especially when he sees something that excites him. He's already fiddled about with different snakes he's found, but Tony and Bruce have quickly intervened and told him not to do that anymore. Now, he wistfully watches them slither around but doesn't engage them. "So far, so good, indeed! From the others I've spoken to, it seems that many people here have a similar mindset. Truly a moment-to-moment existence."

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*pretend i said the correct "one thousand," not "ten thousand" like an idiot XD

lol whoops! will do! :D

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