Is it true that nothing good happens after midnight?

[sorryitasedyou]

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!]


[ooc: prose or action tags fine - no preference!]

Comments

[impalementarts]

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.

[sorryitasedyou]

[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...]

[widows_kiss]

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.]

[sorryitasedyou]

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.]