grant ward has chosen his side (freefinally) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-01-29 03:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: grant ward, character: pinkie pie |
churros and cheeriness
WHO: Grant Ward and Pinkie Pie
WHERE: Pinkie’s Sweet Shop
WHEN: Lunch; Wednesday
WHAT: Ward decides to take a walk through town; moreover, he decides to pick up his free churro.
STATUS: In Progress.
Ward had opened his eyes to the feeling of his head about to split in two. It had been a long time since he’d woken a hangover -- long enough that he’d actually managed to forget what it felt like to have one. Once he’d finally managed to make it into a sitting position without the room spinning or the entire contents of his stomach spilling out into the floor, his next mission was making it to the bathroom and into the shower. If he could just manage to get under a steady stream of water, he was certain that it would do wonders toward making him feel like an actual human being again. It did make him feel better (a little better), enough that he thought he might be able to stomach a few bites of food. Several attempts after room service arrived proved that no, Ward’s stomach was not willing to hold anything remotely close to solid food -- at least not yet.
He should have curled up in his bed and waited his punishment out, but Ward wasn’t so willing to admit defeat. He was going to explore the town, at least as much as his body would allow him to, while it was daylight and he was sober. First on his list was to find a general store of some kind where he might find some aspirin for his head. When (If) he managed to find that, his next destination was more or less open to whatever he happened upon next.
Ward was not the kind of man to be distracted easily, but it was impossible for him not to stop dead in his tracks when he spotted the brightest shop he’d seen in his life, let alone in this town. The color was what caught his attention first, followed shortly by the sweet smell of baked treats. His mind jumped back to his last network post and further inspection proved that this was none other than the sweet shop Pinkie Pie said she owned. Ward debated a moment -- was he in the mood to go in and play nice? -- before finally walking in.
The interior was a buffet for the senses. Everything that his eyes landed on looked beautifully decorated and deliciously edible. Surprisingly, the thought of grabbing something -- like those rainbow M&M cookies -- didn’t make his stomach turn. “Pinkie,” he called out tentatively, not sure where the girl was or how she would announce herself. If her text response was anything to gauge by, he had a feeling it would be very loud and very cheery.