holtzmann doesn’t really like reading the menus to pick food, so she only looks at the pictures in the menus and picks from that
if there aren’t pictures, she looks at what people are having around her and will point it out
this drives erin absolutely crazy because “you don’t even know how much you’re missing out on!”
erin is the person that everyone has to wait for to order because she always gets it down to two different things that she can’t pick between
patty will walk her through the pros and cons of each choice, but it always ends with abby going “OH MY GOD JUST PICK ONE”
whenever the waiters ask kevin if he wants a lemon in his water, he asks for it on the side and then leaves it untouched for the rest of the meal
eventually abby notices the trend and asks him why he does this, to which he responds “i didn’t want the lemon” and abby goes “why don’t you just say you don’t want the lemon?” and kevin answers “well i don’t want to go and hurt the lemon’s feelings. i’m not a jerk”
erin and holtzmann always sit on the same side of the booth so erin can play with holtzmann’s hands under the table
holtzmann and patty play tic tac toe on napkins and it gets very serious very quickly
one time after patty beats holtz in tic tac toe, holtz throws a piece of toast at patty (ref to x) and they start a food fight in the middle of a waffle house
they don’t go to waffle houses anymore
patty is always the one to grab extra napkins because she knows who she’s eating with
one time holtzmann convinces kevin that if they join all of their lemons together, they can make lemonade with the sugar packets and his cup of water. he uses salt packets instead of sugar but doesn’t notice the difference
they always get kevin a kid’s menu to color on, but holtz typically has it halfway through the meal and has doodled on it too (she typically doodles erin)
they hang all of the completed coloring pages up in the lab
So I went to a party last night and got drunk as hell. So of course, I had to write a drunk kabby fic. I had time to kill babysitting my niece anyway. This was nothing like i had intended it to be but then it just kind of…happened. I guess i was reminded of this one big bang theory episode. Anyway, enjoy!
Mild crack fic, cannon compliant, set post S2 pre S3.
Abby Griffin was drunk.
She wasn’t just tipsy or a little unsteady on her feet, but stumbling, face flushed, laughing and throwing her arms around Jackson, smashed off her face.
It had been three months since Clarke had brought down Mt Weather and rescued their people. Since then, everyone had been picking up the pieces and starting again, enjoying their period of peace, something that everyone (specifically Clarke, Raven, Monty, Harper and Jasper) believed was well worth celebrating. So with much persuasion and Marcus’s eventual support, the kids managed to convince Chancellor Griffin to let them throw a party.
Fortunately for them, free trade between the Skaikru and Trikru meant that their people could purchase goods they hadn’t had access to before; ripe grapes, apples and pears, and extracts from other fruity, spicy plants. This meant that moonshine was no longer their only alcoholic option, but Monty and Jasper were now able to brew wine, cider, and a rage of alcoholic spirits for the party.
Marcus wasn’t sure how much Abby had to drink, or how she came to drink so much when she had never been a heavy drinker; although he suspected that Jasper and Monty - who were sharing wide eyed, disbelieving looks and bursts of laughter as they watched their drunken Chancellor dance on the floor - had something to do with that.
Nonetheless, Abby had drunk enough that she felt as light as a cloud of helium balloons and tingling all over, alcohol clouding her mind so she was filled with nothing but the dizzying desire to keep on spinning, dancing and laughing with Raven,freeing her spirit from her body.
The good. What good? Harper Dearing took that away. First he goes after innocent sailors, and then he comes after us where we live. All I see is pain and destruction. I don’t see good. I want good back.