DC Headcanons 2: Electric Boogaloo

get me a vodka rocks

IDC was in hell. This was hell and it was punishment for a crime she committed in a past life.

It all started two days ago; the states had just finished up their new home in Orlando and DC begged IDC to come check it out. IDC had only planned on staying for a day, but a sizable tropical storm had blown through Orlando grounding all flights and extending her stay.

To make matters worse, Texas had declared it was 'date day' for the main six, and forced DC to stop his work so they all could go out for the day, leaving IDC alone at the Statehouse. Except she really wasn't alone; unfortunately while the rest of the house was cleared out three of the brother's of DC's five boyfriends stayed behind, and thus the hell that had been just described.

IDC tried to keep her focus on the TV as Connecticut and Massachusetts argued next to her and Colorado laid on the couch, probably high out of his mind. She had texted DC an hour ago begging him to come home to save her but he was obviously having too much fun because he hadn't even answered her. IDC gritted her teeth as Massachusetts nailed Connecticut with a pillow, knocking the northeastern state into her.

"What are you guys even yelling about?" IDC yelled.

"He said that Tom Brady was still the greatest quarterback of all time!" Massachusetts yelled. IDC face palmed.

"You're just mad 'cuss you couldn't keep him!" Connecticut yelled before Massachusetts nailed him with the pillow again. IDC tried to turn up the TV, but the brother's argument got so loud, it wasn't even worth it to find out if the chef on Chopped had burned the wontons. She really needed to get out of Orlando. IDC jumped up and made her way to the kitchen, looking for something to quench her thirst or if the height of the window over the kitchen sink was enough to kill her if she jumped out. The international branch of the government opened the fridge and groaned.

"How are you all out of food?" IDC yelled.

"Utah usually does the cooking doesn't he?" Massachusetts asked like he wasn't casually wrestling Connecticut on the floor.

"Didn't Jaxton have a band recital or something?" Colorado asked, still unmoving. Connecticut threw Massachusetts off of him and stood up.

"You hungry or somethin'?" Connecticut asked.

"It's fine, I'll get a glass of--"

"Mass start the car, we're going to Publix!" Connecticut ordered, helping his boyfriend off the couch.

"We're going where?" IDC asked before her coat was thrown at her.

"It's no Market Basket, but it does the job." Massachusetts explained, not allowing DC's twin to finish as he pushed her out the door. "Plus the beer is wicked cheap."

Correction, now IDC was in hell.

Publix was your typical run of the mill grocery store, something she might've found back in Washington, there was nothing special about it. Unfortunately she was going shopping with The Three Stooges which meant as soon as they got there, Massachusetts dashed off to the beer and chip aisle, and Connecticut was trying to steer Colorado away from the snacks, leaving IDC all alone.

IDC pushed her cart down one of the aisles, eyeing the healthy options and vitamins. If nothing else, her trip could at least give her a chance to stock the house with healthy options for her brother, who she swore to god if she found another pack of M&Ms empty under his desk was being banned from sugar for a month. The international branch of the government had just pulled down a box of protein bars and was studying the ingredients when someone crashed into her cart.