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[wingedman]

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.

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[wingedman]

TAVERNFEST
[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;

[ikols]

Lavishing all my stock on you and your friends? Certainly.

[ 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.

[wingedman]

It's hardly all your stock. [For one thing, everyone's drink-sodden enough that they don't need too much to keep a buzz going.] Haven't seen your brother show up yet, so consider that a small blessing.

[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.]

[ikols]

[ Would be nice if Thor did show up, in point of fact. ]

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.

[wingedman]

[Hey, he invited him. Must be too busy at Tavernfest.]

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.]

[ikols]

The bird is a good luck charm, keep it with you when you leave the Quarantine.

[ 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.

[wingedman]

Didn't know you dabbled in good luck charms.

[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.

[ikols]

Now you do. [ He hopes the surprise will be worth it. ] And if you're, say, surrounded and unluckily without a way out, maybe smash it to unleash those positive vibes.

You don't think I'm Sagittarius material?

[wingedman]

I'll keep that in mind, then. [He tucks it carefully into a pocket and pats the pocket fondly.]

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.

[ikols]

You'd better not, wise move.

[ He squints. ]

I have a sign, one of fire. In Midgardian myth, anyway. Never mind that, which sign are you?

[wingedman]

Me? I'm a Libra.

[Which probably says a lot about him, tbh.]