entrancelogs | Is it true that nothing good happens after midnight?

Who: Darcy Lewis + You [open] / MCU Kitchen Party in the name of Science [closed]
Where: The Kitchen
When: starting around 12:30am on 5/13
Rating: R to be safe due to alcohol consumption and shenanigans
Summary: It had started with a late night craving for ice cream and quickly devolves into wanting to see what else is hiding in the cabinets - conduct her own experiment (because she can totally science too... sort of...) on just how much and what she can get from them.

Also, fun fact for the start of her evening: tequila + ice cream = not a delicious combo. Tequila + sorbet however... TOTALLY different story

The Story:

[OTA]:

[She made her way down to the kitchen with a singular purpose in mind - ice cream. It had been on her mind since that afternoon and while she didn't crave it often, when they did hit she was almost powerless to not give in. She opens the freezer, in search of her ice cream, placing a few options on the counter before moving over to another cabinet in search of the good tequila she'd been told about. Might as well grab it while she's down here - never know when she or Jane might need it. She lets out a sound of excitement as she finds it, grabbing a shot glass and a spoon after placing it on the counter, she starts in on both quickly realizing what a horrible combo.

She returns to the cabinets, looking for a better combo.]

[CLOSED]:

[She's definitely found a lot more and a blender - time to call in reinforcements in the name of science. Come party in the kitchen guys!]

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[Natasha's a little late to the party, because it looks like it's already well in motion when she gets there, but that's alright, she's more there to enjoy what concoctions they come up with than to get plastered herself.

She stops just inside the door upon arriving, hands propped on her hips as she takes in the scene with a bemused smirk.]

If more science looked like this, I might pay attention more often.

[Clint's only response is to slide a shot of straight up whiskey towards her. At some point he left and came back perhaps, and dressed a bit more for the occasion.

You wanna know how you can tell he's drinking? Because he's eating a banana. Stupid habit that allows him to keep up with people who have skill at alcohol.]

[She catches the whiskey as if she expected to be greeted with sliding shot glasses. And considering Clint was here, maybe she should be. She saunters further into the room with a smile and downs her shot with a smooth movement, setting the empty glass back on the counter with a quiet click as she sidles into the empty space beside her partner, bumping her shoulder lightly against his in greeting.]

So has something in particular driven us all to drink at this hour of the night - morning? - or just our situation in general?

[Leaning his head to her shoulder slightly he shrugs, pointing at Darcy with a slightly amused look on her face]

I think it's science gone either right or wrong. Did you get the 911?

I did. [She ruffles his short hair with her fingertips when he leans in against her shoulder, the movement one of familiar habit. She reached out, snagging his banana so she could steal a bite.] Hopefully it's gone right. Science gone wrong is never pretty. Especially if Stark's here.

So. What's our poison?

[His slightly amused look turns playful] She is attempting alcoholic milk shakes. I'm trying to figure out how it'd work without making something like a daiquiri.

So I've been drinking shots and eating bananas waiting for the final outcome.

[There's a sound of triumph from Darcy as she shuts off the blender and pours her light brown mixture into some waiting cups. Grabbing two of them, she makes her way over, a smirk on her face.]

Alright - Nutella Irish Cream Milkshakes. Oreo and/or cookie ones are next depending on what I can find. So if you don't like Nutella, you'll have to wait and also not tell me because Nutella...

I can't think of a single human being that doesn't like Nutella. [Clint accepts his]

And where's the chow wagon cowgirl. I don't drink without the chow wagon.

Nutella is strange. [Natasha says this with a crooked smile, but she accepts one of the cups anyway, taking a cautious sip as she leans against the counter.] This isn't too bad, though. Oreo, hmm?

I maintain they put something in the Nutella. [Clint will also take an oreo one, now that he's not panting from his daily training schedule] Something addicting. Poisonous substances perhaps.

[She looks at Clint first, an eyebrow arched. She goes for her most serious face before it dissolves into a grin.] There's nachos and a buttload of things to chow down on.

[She's not going to respond to Natasha finding Nutella strange... because no.]

They probably put crack in Nutella to keep people coming back for more. That's my theory.

I'll be back with cups of glorious Oreo awesomeness.

[Why yes, her vocabulary does tend to start heading downhill the more intoxicated she gets...]

Oh no. Not someone who shares in your conspiracy theories, Barton.

[Natasha's laughing softly as she turns just enough so that she can hop up to perch on the opposite counter. It still gives her a good vantage of the room and the people in here with them. Plus, she's more comfortable this way, looking relatively relaxed as she drinks her... milkshake thing, or whatever Darcy made them.]

It's not a conspiracy theory if it's true.

[She calls out in a sing-songy voice over her shoulder as she walks away.]

Is it true that nothing good happens after midnight?

Now THIS looks like a party. Thank god someone knows how to throw one better than Tony

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