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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.

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Okaaaaaay, okay. But if you ever want, like a watch with lasers or shit just hit me up, man.

[ 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?

[Okay, a watch with lasers does sound pretty sweet. Ultimately useless, but the side of Sam that likes cool tech appreciates the offer.]

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.

Uh-uh. No kilts. I'd look totally frumpy in a kilt. Not a whole lotta frills either. But tight pants, thigh-high boots, cool doublets, and fancy feather hats? Oh hell yeah. I'll make sure to send you a pic.

[ 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.

The musketeer look, then. Definitely nice.

[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.]

Exactly, man! Like if anybody comes dressed as Cardinal Richelieu we're gonna fuck 'em up!

[ 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?

I dunno, aren't you short a couple dudes for that? At least one, anyway, two if we're being technical.

[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.]

Two musketeers are better than none.

[ 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. ]