#p.anne

[corinnejmorris]

↷ | @annekane​

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Corinne was elbow deep in starch water and potato shavings attempting to blow a stray piece of hair out of her face. She stood in Anne’s kitchen helping with the prep for her apple potato latkes. Although Corinne could cook— she was an exceptional recipe follower, she never quite found herself in her kitchen for longer than twenty minutes. It was like she was afraid of it. On a timed trial to see in how little time she could get everything done. 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Though right now there was no rush, she and Anne made pleasant conversation as they each managed their delegated task. “You know—” she started as she agitated the potato-ed water. “My mother never let me in the kitchen. It was strictly her area of the house— not even our house keeper was allowed in there unless my mother said so,” she says absentmindedly. “This is nice though, I like being here in the kitchen with you,” she adds with a smile.

[corinnejmorris]

↷ hard knock life | a. kane

@annekane

She’s on her third whiskey of the night and going fast, any other night these drinks would have felt like fun but for now she’s stress drinking. As she knocks back the glass, she envisions the pack of Marlboros hidden in her cabinet behind the flour and how badly she wishes she cold run home and take one. She was going to quit, she had to. She sets her glass down and takes a deep breath, she needs to relax, she can feel the rest of the room losing tension while she’s the only with wheels still churning...at least so she thought. She spots Anne across the bar and wordlessly asks the bartender for another glass. She maneuvers her way through the crowd and greets her, drink first. “I know for a fact, you can use one,” she says before taking another long sip of hers. “Berkeley really has you working tonight I bet,”

[corinnejmorris]

↷ TRIVIA CRACK!| A.KANE

@annekane​

Although the correspondents dinner was a whirlwind she bought a cute little frame for the photo of the aptly named red dress ladies— tipsy, gorgeous and having the night of their lives, and there in the middle of it all were Anne and Corinne, smiles bright. It was perched casually on her desk beside her monitor and from time she’d glance down at it and smile. It reminded her to invite Anne out for another round of drinks and just that is what she did.

 She’d seen Anne at a more elaborate and although it was fun, she preferred those sort of events to be few and far between. She enjoyed bars you could wear a tee and jeans to just to catch a game or, buy $5 pitchers and play trivia on Friday nights. And the latter is where she extended an invitation out to Anne, to join her at the table in the middle to the left. Where she sat with a $5 pitcher and two trivia placards.  “You made it!” she exclaims eagerly tapping the stool besides her. “I’ve never won so I hope our combined knowledge will do us some good, there’s also an intermission every few questions for drinks and such,” She explains. “Regardless, how are you doing!”