White might be his hair color but that doesn't mean Tommy's going to show up in it. Sorry Jan, and double sorry Steve if it mattered to you. This is one guy that invests all of his replicator rations on supplementing the food stores, so wasting time on clothes he would wear for only one day seems silly. So everyone is going to have to live with him in yellow shorts and a green tank top. Sometimes that's just how it goes.

(Plus wearing something to remind his boyfriend of what the date was probably wasn't high on his priority list.)

At least he shows up though. Shows up to support a fellow Avenger (whose birthday always seemed too convenient), and he isn't hogging the buffet table. What he is doing is sitting under one of the pagodas, enjoying the shade, considering the music.

"I have to wonder what they gave the metal head to learn music like this," he chuckles as he listens to the music. Dancing? Yeah, he'll probably pass. This is not music anyone can dance to!

Of course getting Tommy to come to an event like this means there has to be some form of bribery that is going to please him. And the drinks? Well, that's a perk. Sure, none of them can actually get him tipsy, but sometimes it's nice to drink something that tastes pleasant.

So, of course, true to fucking fashion, he fails to anticipate that the name of this one might be a little on the nose. Why can't he just start to expect this shit?

"Okay," he says without even prompting in a full on burst of honestly, "but is it even his birthday? Like, not going to judge if it really is. But come on. Captain America. Coincidentally born on the fourth? Seems like government just mocked that up as something fake. I am so sure we had a thing for him in September once. What's up with that?"