[OPEN] apple pie is officially banned from this party, aka Steve Rogers' birthday

[anotheroldsoldier]

who: ANYONE
what: 616 Bucky, Peggy, and 616 Tony throw a birthday party for Steve.
when: July 4th, afternoon into the evening
where: A nice park
warnings: Birthday fun. :v


Steve Rogers, former (and still) Captain America, was born on the Fourth. It was pretty much fated. That said, he deserves a party that has nothing to do with Independence Day, and that's what Bucky, Tony, and Peggy set out to do. They rented a nice little park with some good open, grassy space perfect for a pick-up game of football (American, of course). On one end of the park, in the relative shade of a couple of large trees, they've set up two long tables - one for food, and one to deposit presents for the birthday boy on. The picnic tables already in the park have nice blue tablecloths to eat on. A banner hung between the trees proclaims, "Happy Birthday, Steve!", in blue letters on white.

The decor tries to stay away from Fourth of July colors - there isn't a speck of red, just shades of blue and white, and it's all very put-together and classy looking (thank you, Peggy and Tony). It's the sort of party they thought Steve would want, outdoorsy and casual, just a gathering of friends and whoever else wants to come by to wish the birthday boy a happy one.

Invites
Invitations have mostly been word of mouth and texts sent to people Steve is friends with, nothing too fancy. They just say to drop by and wish Steve a happy birthday, have some food, and spend some time hanging out; Rogers wouldn't want anything fancy anyway. That said, they won't turn anybody away from the barbecue if someone decides to just crash the party, as long the behavior stays respectful.

Food
The food is mostly standard American barbecue fare. Two large grills have been set up near the tables and someone (often Bucky) is usually cooking on them - an array of burgers, hot dogs, steaks, even some ribs and chicken. Side dishes are laid out on the food table, the usual simple things. Here and around the picnic tables are a good place to mingle; there's plenty of food for everyone, and metal tubs full of ice and bottled soft drinks. There isn't much alcohol present at this party, though, just one of the tubs set aside with beers in it.

There's also a massive cake for Steve, with close to a hundred candles dotting its layers - Bucky's idea, payback for the time he couldn't see his own cake for all the candles.

Tossin' the Old Pigskin
They're all (mostly) adults here, so there aren't 'party games' necessarily, but there are a couple of footballs and some frisbees in the grass for anyone who wants to play a game in the lush field. Just be careful if the heavy hitters decide to arrange a game, it could get pretty out of hand.

Comments

Thor, open and mingling

[worldsaway]

[Thor doesn't know this version of Steve quite as well as he'd like, but any Steve is a good Steve in his books. Generally speaking, anyway.

After a little while, he's managed to be affixed with a cone, birthday hat. God knows where it was found, but it sits askew because he doesn't care enough to fix it. His outfit is accompanied by sandals, boardshorts and a hoodie made of thin fabric. With his hair pulled back, he's nailed the surfer-hippy look.

Thor gladly protects Tony from the booze, mostly by drinking it himself. He's floating around with a beer, plated piled high with all sorts of meats and an embarrassingly small amount of salad.

He's perfectly jovial, clapping people on the shoulder when he has a free hand and happily finishing leftovers. He's keen to sit around and chat.

When he's invited to play football, he hangs back while he learns the concept of the game before he throws himself into the fray. He's not too rough, unless he thinks his opponent can handle it.]

[anotheroldsoldier]

[Bucky is not entirely sure where they found the party hat himself, but he's not going to be the one to bring it up. It's a little surreal, seeing Thor the God of Thunder wearing a paper, conical hat with his sandals and shorts. It's also a little funny.

He takes a break from the grills to wander around and spend a little time socializing, even though that isn't his strong suit. He can return to cooking when it gets overwhelming. But for now... He's holding up his phone, grinning a little at Thor.]

Say cheese. I'm documenting the day for Steve.

[worldsaway]

[When Thor doesn't have armor or a suit to wear, Thor needs to improvise. Improvising is not his strong suit, but nobody can say he isn't ridiculously comfortable in this moment.

The moment the camera is on him, he's smiling brightly.]

Cheese! [He repeats, raising his glass in cheer.] You have outdone yourself, Barnes. I have consumed my weight in meat, this day.

[anotheroldsoldier]

[It could be worse. Bucky has no right to talk to anybody about fashion, anyway. He's wearing a Cap shirt. He is Captain America and wearing his own (Steve's) merchandise.

He snaps a photo on his phone, because he can't resist. He'll have to get these printed and put into a little book for Steve.] That sounds like a lot of meat. [Aren't Asgardians like crazy heavy? Trying to do that mental math.] I'll take that as a compliment.

[worldsaway]

As you well should. [Thor says, and when Bucky has snapped a photo he will move to clap him on the back as a show of companionship.]

You've done well for Steve. Was this party entirely your merit, or did you have assistance?

[anotheroldsoldier]

I know my way around a grill. [That sure was an Asgardian back slap. He tries not to show that he nearly stumbled.]

Nah, I had help. Tony and Peggy did most of all this, honestly, I can't decorate worth a shit. I've, uh. Never thrown a birthday party before.

[worldsaway]

Nor I. Though it becomes tiresome on Asgard- and a cake could not carry the burden of so many candles.

[He chuckles.] When is your birth-day? [He says it in a stilted way, since it's still a very foreign term for him.]

[anotheroldsoldier]

Yeah, I guess it'd get pretty old countin' the years for you guys, wouldn't it? Hell, it gets old counting 'em for me and Steve. Lucky you, I ain't heard people making senior citizen jokes about you yet. [Some days Bucky feels closer to eighty than thirty, but it's all in his head, not his body.]

March. Don't gotta worry about it 'til next year. Do Asgardians keep track of birthdates?

[worldsaway]

Not commonly, for obvious reasons. Important figures such as my father- the ruling family, mighty warriors and the like are known to have their birth months recorded. Sometimes as specific as a day.

[Thor chuckles, because he knows he falls under the category of "ruling family" and "mighty warrior".] It's December, if you're curious.

[anotheroldsoldier]

Good to know. I'll have an even better party hat for you in December. [He remarks with a slight grin, right-hand fingers moving over the screen of his phone to put the 'date' down.]

[hevenly]

[ Of course, the Odinson is enjoying himself. And of course he is eating everything in sight. If his appetite is so voracious, Angela wonders how bad the cannibal Volstagg must be.

Dressed casually, but with the ever present ribbons floating around her neck, she approaches him. ]

What is on your head?

[worldsaway]

It is a festive hat. [He says plainly, almost defensively. He raises a hand to try adjust it, but he doesn't try very hard.]

A birthday hat, or so I am told. I wear it in the spirit of the occasion.

[hevenly]

It is certainly... spirited.

[ He looks funny, so she smiles and laughs. ]

[worldsaway]

You think so? [When she laughs, he smiles. Pleased to garner a positive reaction out of someone he's coming to care quite a bit about.]

If you like it, you are more than welcome to borrow it.

[hevenly]

No, thank you. I do not look good in hats.

[ Sure. That's the excuse we'll go with. ]

[worldsaway]

You look ravishing in everything, sister. As you well know.

[He reaches out to give her shoulder a playful push.] Are you a friend of Steve Rogers?

[hevenly]

No, I have never met him. Anthony Stark invited me.

[worldsaway]

A shame, I'd have thought you'd know Steve before Stark. [And then Thor pauses for thought.]

Which Stark was it?

[hevenly]

[ Angela has heard there are multiple Starks around, but she only knows the one, and she points to 616 Tony across the way. ] That one.

What in particular makes you think I would know this Steve Rogers?