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riverviewlogs2017-09-23 12:48 pm
wingedman) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-09-23 12:48 pm
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who: Sam and company (really a mingle-ish kind of log)
what: Sam celebrates his birthday with a pub crawl :3
when: Saturday, 9/23
where: Tavernfest & Trixie
warnings: alcohol consumption
Sam isn't the kind of guy to make a fuss about his birthday. He hadn't even really decided whether or not he was going to do anything for it - anything outside a private celebration - till the week before, when he'd heard about Tavernfest. So his plans aren't so much a party as they are inviting everyone to just hang out and drink for an extended period of time. He might even conveniently fail to mention that the whole thing is for his birthday, at least to the more casual of his acquaintances - maybe it's just enjoying the city's festivities with a group of his friends.
Whatever the case, late afternoon finds Sam and his friends at Tavernfest, steadily drinking their way through the Quarantine's finest offerings. Sam enjoys the food on offer as much, if not more, than the alcohol - there's only so many different varieties of beer one can try, but an incredible assortment of food. Rather than embracing the tradition of historical garb, Sam's dressed like he normally would be - but he's certainly not discouraging his friends from wearing whatever they want.
After Tavernfest, and well into the night, he takes the party to Trixie; thanks to Loki, the drinks are free, and the group is ensconced in the VIP lounge. He'd made sure to mention this part of the plans to everyone; if anyone wants to skip Tavernfest and just come for this, they're more than welcome to do so. Sam spends most of his time in the lounge, but can be coaxed out onto the dance floor for a song or two. Mostly, he socializes and watches other people socialize, simply enjoying the company of old friends and new.
what: Sam celebrates his birthday with a pub crawl :3
when: Saturday, 9/23
where: Tavernfest & Trixie
warnings: alcohol consumption
Sam isn't the kind of guy to make a fuss about his birthday. He hadn't even really decided whether or not he was going to do anything for it - anything outside a private celebration - till the week before, when he'd heard about Tavernfest. So his plans aren't so much a party as they are inviting everyone to just hang out and drink for an extended period of time. He might even conveniently fail to mention that the whole thing is for his birthday, at least to the more casual of his acquaintances - maybe it's just enjoying the city's festivities with a group of his friends.
Whatever the case, late afternoon finds Sam and his friends at Tavernfest, steadily drinking their way through the Quarantine's finest offerings. Sam enjoys the food on offer as much, if not more, than the alcohol - there's only so many different varieties of beer one can try, but an incredible assortment of food. Rather than embracing the tradition of historical garb, Sam's dressed like he normally would be - but he's certainly not discouraging his friends from wearing whatever they want.
After Tavernfest, and well into the night, he takes the party to Trixie; thanks to Loki, the drinks are free, and the group is ensconced in the VIP lounge. He'd made sure to mention this part of the plans to everyone; if anyone wants to skip Tavernfest and just come for this, they're more than welcome to do so. Sam spends most of his time in the lounge, but can be coaxed out onto the dance floor for a song or two. Mostly, he socializes and watches other people socialize, simply enjoying the company of old friends and new.
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So he does show up, though he doesn't make it until the party has moved to Trixie. He is already fairly intoxicated by the time he arrives, and he learns almost immediately something that hadn't been included in the invitation. He asks one of the employees where the VIP lounge is, but he is shouting over the music, so it takes a few tries to get his point across. The girl, to confirm, asks oh, you're here for the birthday party? before sending him off in the right direction.
When Cisco comes in, then, and makes his way over to Sam, he immediately puts his hands on his hips and in lieu of hello, says indignantly: ]
You didn't say it was your birthday, man! I woulda gotten you something!
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Nah, don't worry about it, I got enough stuff. All I want for my birthday is to spend time with my friends.
[And apparently get drunk off his ass, but that's more or less been crossed off the list already by this point.]
Didn't expect there to be another festival in honor of my birthday, but it all worked out, you know? You been enjoying the festivities?
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[ Cisco is also several sheets to the wind, but not enough so that he can't tell Sam's drunk, too. He collapses into a seat near to Sam's, immediately slouching down because his posture might be bad when he is sober, but he goes particularly boneless when he's intoxicated. ]
Is this seriously for your birthday? I didn't know... [ Cisco really, genuinely believes that, for about two seconds, before he's pointing at Sam, smiling and shaking his head as if to say you got me. The question of whether he's enjoying himself, though, prompts an enthusiastic response: ] Hell yeah! I've been making some really dope costumes, Eddie and I are gonna do the whole ye olde cosplay for tomorrow. Whether he wants to or not.
[ And then, because Cisco's tact is somewhat (read: very) compromised, he leans over and asks: ]
Hey how old are you anyway?
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Oh yeah? Like, frilly shirts and all that ren faire stuff? Kilts? I thought about it, but man, I don't know what the hell I'd wear.
-Eddie? [Because if Cisco gets to act tactless questions, then so does Sam.]
38, but don't tell anyone. Actually, I don't care if you tell anyone, most of the people I hang out with are older than me anyway.
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[ He'd been busting his ass throwing them together a set of costumes that'll be flattering and mildly period accurate, and Cisco is pretty damn proud of the job he's done. ]
Yeah, Eddie. Eddie Thawne. Have I not told you about him yet? He's my boyfriend.
[ Cisco remembers half a second later why he hadn't brought it up, yet. Perhaps it's unfair, being suspicious of how accepting Sam would be, just because he was a former military guy. Especially when he's been such a chill and understanding guy when it comes to other stuff, giving Cisco a referral to a good therapist, never making any comments about Cisco's hair or anything like that.
Too late to worry about it now, anyway. The cat was out of the bag. ]
Whaaaaaaaaat.
[ Cisco stares in open shock when Sam says how old he is. He'd been ready to crack a joke about Sam being an old man now, but the truth is, he's actually quite a bit older than Cisco had thought. ]
I thought you were like, 30. Like, maybe 31. That's insane.
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[Sam has a certain appreciation for tight pants and nice boots. And he can't blame Cisco for not wanting to wear a kilt; you gotta have legs to pull that off. He doesn't think he could do it, either.]
Really? [Sam breaks into a grin, clapping Cisco on the shoulder.] Aw, man, nice! [He's always happy to see other people paired up, even if he's a bit more reticent about his own relationships.] You meet him here, or did you know him back home?
Well, you know, I got a good skin care routine. Lots of moisturizer. [Sam pats his cheeks jokingly, like he's putting on imaginary lotion.]
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[ That is just tipsy exuberance speaking, and Cisco has no plans to start any fights with anyone, whether or not they are dressed as clergy.
Cisco laughs, breathless and relieved, when Sam is cool about the whole thing. His fears were unfounded, after all, it would seem. He forgets his worry at once and answers: ]
Knew him back home. He's the only one here from my world, far as we both know. We weren't dating back then, though. He was engaged to the girl my best friend was in love with. Sort of a really long story.
[ Cisco snorts at the joke about moisturizer, but it wasn't so much Sam's looks that had thrown him (though surely they contributed). Lots of people could look older or younger than they were. It was something about his demeanor, rather. Or, as Cisco rather untactfully puts it: ]
But you're, like... so cool?
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[Sam tries to think of a more clever Three Musketeers joke to make, but fails, because he's drunk and has never read the source material. But he totally supports fucking up villainous clergymen on principle, because that guy was a real dick. Or something.]
Oh, man, love triangles. Those always make for long stories. You'll have to tell me about it sometime. [Since they're both too tipsy for it to make much sense right now.] It's cool that the two of you got together, though.
[Sam raises an eyebrow for a moment at the comment about being cool, then bursts into laughter.]
I'm not so sure about that. But, hey, I spent most of my twenties in the Air Force, so I guess I'm just making up for lost time when it comes to coolness? [Maybe? Sam really only thinks he's cool in comparison to, say, Steve.]
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[ He laughs at that (not really a funny joke, but, he's drunk so everything seems funny). When Sam rightly labels the whole clusterfuck between Eddie and Iris and Barry a love triangle, Cisco rolls his eyes and blows out a punctuated puff of air that is a wordless no kidding. It had always been a complicated dynamic, and his views on it have shifted significantly since he got to know Eddie, and even further since the two of them started dating. But it's best to not even go there right now. ]
What! You totally are! I haven't heard you complain about millenials and their damn instagrams once, okay? Plus you're having your party in this dope club, and you... you just got a cool vibe, okay, trust me. I'm an expert.
[ Oh, probably shouldn't have said that last bit, whoops. Too late. ]
How 'bout we get on the dance floor for a bit, old man? And just so you know I will be revoking your conditional coolness status if you wuss out.
[ Cisco is entirely kidding, and that should be obvious from the way he can barely keep from cracking up by the end of that sentence. ]
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[Halfway through the pub crawl, Sam discovers an appetizer he immediately falls in love with. It's a bit like a potato skin, except the stuffing is something more akin to guacamole, and it's topped with a tangy goat cheese that's melted over the whole thing.]
Okay, you've got to try this, [he tells someone close to him, offering them one from his plate.] It'll change your life.
[It may or may not actually change their life. But he's definitely going to have to reverse-engineer this recipe.]
Trixie
[Admittedly, Sam spends most of his time here on one of the couches in the VIP lounge. There'd been more than enough walking during the whole Tavernfest adventure, and now he's happy to just sit and take a load off his feet. Although he tries any number of brightly colored drinks (a suspicious number of which are green), he's also sipping water in between them, well aware of the need to hydrate.
But that doesn't stop him from snagging a tray of what looks like Jello shots and taking one for himself and one for a friend. He presses one into the nearest person's hand and then slides his finger around the cup to loosen his own.]
You having a good time? [He asks after sucking down the shot.]
trix;
[ Loki knocks back the shot, a smile playing on his face as he eyes Sam's exuberance. ]
How is the Moon-King faring as a host, Sam? You can tell him to his face, I hear he's a kindly sort. Very obliging. Humble, too.
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[Or Sad Tony.]
The Moon-King? Is that one of your many titles? [It's not one Sam's familiar with. But he does laugh a little when Loki refers to himself as humble.]
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One of them, yes. Seems appropriate to use it since we're on an actual moon.
[ He produces a small red bird on his palm, a clay figurine. ]
Happy day of being birthed, Sam Wilson.
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Learn something new every day, I guess.
[Sam takes the bird with a soft smile, running a finger over it. It's strange, and certainly something he never would have predicted when they first met, but in his time on the moon, Sam's come to regard Loki as a good friend.]
Thanks, Loki. You, uh, have any particular day you celebrate on?
[Birthdays are probably a tricky subject with him. But if there's a particular day Sam can bake a cake on, he will.]
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[ He will leave it to Sam's friends to point out that he should have asked what a gift from Loki can do, because it'll be much funnier that way. ]
Give or take the displacement of time and space between realms, the calendar of the Jotnar and Asgard ... around December seventeenth.
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[Or good luck in general. He is, after all, a trickster god.]
I got the feeling you were kind of a winter solstice guy. General mythology and all- can't say how much of a Sagittarius you might be, though.
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You don't think I'm Sagittarius material?
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I'm pretty sure it's a fire sign, and you don't strike me as a fire kinda guy. Though, hell, you might be an archer. [Are all Asgardians skilled with weapons? Sam has no idea.]
- I'm not going to make any centaur jokes.
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[ He squints. ]
I have a sign, one of fire. In Midgardian myth, anyway. Never mind that, which sign are you?
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[Which probably says a lot about him, tbh.]
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Well, he wasn't surprised at the invitation knowing Sam. And it was telling that he didn't protest more than a vague token bit of fussing just to keep up appearances.
Sam would probably be happy to see Stephen wasn't a beagle this time when he showed up at Trixie, even if he didn't see anything of the man at first other than a pair of scarred hands slipping lightly in front of his eyes.]
Boo.
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What, no flashy tricks?