Characters: Hunter, Michi, and Mari.
Setting: The nearest motherfucking IHOP!
Content: With these three, idek what could happen or how this will end up so just preemptively BEWARE.
Summary: Hunter is taking her bffs out for a delicious breakfast brunch at IHOP to celebrate Rienzi's latest victory. And because it's Sunday morning, she's a little hungover, and wtf else is there to do?


Pancakes were, most definitely, always the answer. To life's problems, to Hunter's problems especially. Hunter could agree to that whole-heartedly, if nothing else in the world right then. Her stomach was practically grumbling out loud with the thought of a tall stack covered in syrup, butter, candy-corn, and mini-oreos. IHOP never failed to amaze her with it's potential and not to mention flexible hours. It would be a good breakfast. She didn't think she had stopped drinking since their victory on Friday night, and now that it was Sunday morning (afternoon she corrected), she was starting to feel a bit off. She needed to eat something other than junk food, and she needed to drink something other than whiskey out of cheap plastic cups. Rienzi's victory had been amazing, and she couldn't be more thrilled, but maybe it was time to cut the weekend short and try to get back into the daily grind.

Besides, if she got cocky, she might throw the whole season. She would need to start practices and things up again starting Monday, and making sure they were in shape to destroy their next opponent, no matter what house it was.

The idea to go to IHOP had been more for her own purposes, she had intended to go and eat herself until she burst whether people came or not. She had put out the celebratory message and invite, and she couldn't say she wasn't thrilled when Michi agreed to come along within minutes, followed by-proxy by Mari. They hadn't had a chance to hang out much since homecoming, and Hunter was kind of curious how their nights had unfolded. It would make good conversation over a delicious meal. Sure, she was paying, and they intended to eat all they could, but she didn't mind a bit. Hunter was never the type of girl to be tight with her pocketbook or anything else. It was going to be a blast. It was also kind of late, a little after noonish, and she had just crawled from bed not long ago. She needed to get a move on if she wanted to eat.

She got dressed quickly, pulling her hair up until a messy ponytail, and grabbing a hoodie off of the back of her desk chair, pulling it over her head. She was freezing lately, although she expected that it was more of a psychological issue; NOLA was only a couple of degrees cooler than her hometown this time of year, but she had felt like a popsicle for the last week, and she couldn't figure why. She just hoped she wasn't catching a cold or something. When Michi arrived to take her keys and warm up the truck, Hunter handed them over happily, before finishing getting dressed, shoving her feet into her sneakers and taking one last look in her full length mirror. With a grin and a thumbs up, she picked up her wallet and shoved it into the pocket of her sweater, before bounding out of the room and down the stairs, out onto the campus.

She jogged across the common grounds, toward the student parking lot, spotting her truck easily with the license plate she had attached to the front. "Y'all bitches can fight for shotgun," she informed the two other girls as she neared closer, pushing some stray hair away from her face. "But shotgun controls the music."