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Who: Janet Van Dyne, Tony Stark, OTA
What: A party to celebrate the approximate 4th of July and one Steve Roger's B-day
When: The 4th of July
Where: Temba Beach
Warnings: TBD, Drinking, Creature Attacks

The beach had been transformed, perhaps not to the level Jan was used to back home, but still fairly impressive. A number of newly built beach pagodas littered the purple sands, sheer white draperies shifting with the breeze. There were tables and seating provided in each, for more intimate conversation, a larger buffet style table laid out for people to browse from. In addition, there was a table for special themed cocktails (and mocktails) for the guests. Jan had been very proud of finding local alternatives, but some of them may come with some…unintended side effects.

Jan had found a collection of opalescent conch like shells, and scattered them about liberally to serve as decorations. She and Tony had been working in secret for ages to pull this together for Steve, and the pair were dressed in white, a request she’d made of all the guests as well, but no one would be turned away if they couldn’t manage.

A dancefloor had been built, and Eddie had been offered something that must’ve been pretty damn valuable, because the metalhead had been talked into playing Disco for the party.

When the time came for cake the hosts got a little bashful. Jan had always hired out for this, but she had been sure it couldn't be all that hard to make a cake. It turned out she was wrong. But it was the best they had, and so it was presented rather sheepishly to the birthday boy and to be shared amongst the guests if any were brave enough to try it. It doesn't taste great, but at least there are no mystery side effects to go with it.

As the sun set, a host of glowing necklaces, wands and bracelets were passed out, and once it was truly dark the light show began. Rather than the more traditional fireworks, they had a series of drones lighting up the sky in a dazzling display.

However, something unexpected comes from this. As though awoken from the light, the shells Jan had so proudly decorated with were not as abandoned as she’d thought. Little legs slid free, and the creatures began to head for the nearest light source, whether that be the drones in the sky or any of the heroes with their glowing attire. And to make matters worse, there is a large SOMETHING in the water, shrieking with a sound that shakes the beach. What could it possibly want, and what does it have to do with the little shell creatures??

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The drinks/effects: (All effects will wear off)
Truth (cocktail): Can only speak the truth
Justice (mocktail): Temporarily Blinds Drinker
Liberty (cocktail): Extreme Excess of Energy
Fireworks (cocktail): Loss of Powers or Granting of One (1) Not Game Breaking Power
Mr. President (mocktail): Causes Short Term Amnesia

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Oh you better believe Tommy cackles in delight at that revelation.

"Wow, Harrington. Didn't know you had it in you. GUess you did though. Applause for putting your money where your mouth is I guess."

But damn, Eddie isn't doing half bad, Tommy has to give him that.

"I think he should stick to his own work though. ABBA's just boring sometimes, man."

"You clearly don't know about my reputation back at Hawkins. When you go out with Steve, he goes down." Is he playing it up? Sure. But not by much. Still, it's nice to joke around.

"ABBA is amazing, you take that back. But...yeah. Eddie doing his own stuff makes him just more alive. I love this, but seeing him doing his thing is still the best."

"We can be more than our reputations back home," Tommy noted. He really believes that. "But if you've got external skills, that helps."

As for ABBA, Tommy just smiles. He's clearly not taking it back. At all.

"Queen is better."

"Queen is good too. But this is ABBA, man. Force of nature." Steve looked over at Eddie and smiled, loving to see him in his element. "I'm surprised he hasn't wiggled something in. I thought for sure he'd have snuck at least one of his songs into the mix by now."

"No, they aren't. Freddie Mercury was a force of nature. ABBA's just some scandinavians."

But he doesn't judge their music as being bad.

"Wait, are you guys from pre or post Mama Mia?"

He leans back in his seat and considers the music.

"Chances are he's been bribed. I know Jan and Tony. They'll be effective at it."

"Mamma Mia? The song? No, they released that song." The play he was more than a decade away from.

"I hope the bribe was something really good. Something I can benefit from too. That would be awesome."

"No, the movie," Tommy said. "God, you're so lucky to have never seen that."

As for the bribe, Tommy shrugs. "Tony makes tech, Jan's one of the greatest fashion designers in the world. I'm sure there could be something if it's a good enough bribe."

"Movie? About a song?" He's two decades out from that one.

"Fashion, eh? How much you wanna bet that something happens to one of my sweatshirts." Either that or Eddie could have something new and fun to wear, if Steve was lucky. "Or maybe a better amp. I'll have to ask."

"It's not about the song. It's just a movie using a TON of their songs," Tommy corrects.

Though now he's smiling to himself. Yeah, something to a sweatshirt sounds like boyfriend stuff, not Jan stuff.

"Guys like wearing their guys' clothes."

"A movie based on ABBA songs? That sounds pretty cool, actually. Is it about like...a night club or something?"

Steve grins at the idea of Eddie in his clothes and is distracted for a second with where his imagination goes there. How much money for the Scoops Ahoy outfit?

"Yeah, I guess that's true. I liked my girlfriends wearing my sweatshirts and stuff too. Same idea."

"Wedding," Tommy answers with a smile. Take that, Steve. Accept that it makes literally no sense. Though there is something that is almost like a night club seen. Almost.

"See, now I recognize that look. You're thinking about it. The right of all boyfriends: imagining their partner in their clothes. It's hot. It's always damn hot. It's stupid unfair too."

Mostly because Tommy's the smaller one in most relationships. But he does get the pleasure of short circuiting people's brains by wearing their clothes, so win there.

"A...wedding?" Steve is baffled by that. Truly baffled. How could 'Dancing Queen' play in the middle of a wedding? Reception, maybe? Shit. Now he wants to see this.

He smirks at the comment Tommy makes and shrugs. "He put on my sweater once and I almost lost it. It's so unfair. But then again, I am pretty sure I could do the same to him by pulling on his jacket or a band tee. Sweet revenge."

"You should. Be hot for your guy," he says with a smile. Because he'll encourage that for the guy. "Maybe you should go up and sing with him."

"Nah. Not saying I can't sing a little, but I am enjoying just watching him do his thing. I never got to see him do shows back home. This is sort of like making up for lost time." Steve leans back and watches the whole scene for a second, just enjoying things.

"So. Uh. Still hanging out with Billy?" He's subtle.

Tommy was certain this was coming. Damn, he wanted to snicker. But the game was still afoot so he definitely wasn't going to give it away that obviously.

"Important to support your friends," Tommy agreed with a nod. He knows. Because he's going to get out of here in about fifteen minutes to start cooking for the date night that Billy still hasn't RSVP'd for.

Gotta distract his guy from his death-day.

"He is my best friend, so of course. If you're asking if I'm on 'keep him sane tonight' duty, yeah. That's me."

"Mmhmm..." Steve stares meaningfully at Tommy for a moment and then finally presses on. "That's, uh. That's really nice of you. As a best friend and all..." He cleared his throat. "You gonna take him someplace quiet to get away from all this? With everyone here, it should be private, right?"

"We're going to hang out at my place," Tommy says, keeping his tone light.

Like he hasn't made plans for a special dinner. Like he didn't use one of his replicator uses to make them a chocolate cream pie. Like he hasn't hand dipped candles from the excess wax from his beehives just to have candles for their dinner.

Like tonight isn't a fucking romantic surprise date.

"Well, my diner place. Stark and them invited me to join them at the new Avengers HQ so I've got that. Between the two of us we have four places. It's hilarious."

"Your place. Nice. On the roof?" Steve wiggles his eyebrows a little. "Just. Hanging out? Having some dinner? Sounds nice. Sounds super nice."

His fingers tap against his knee and then he continues, more sincere and less insinuating. "He's lucky to have you. Seriously, dude. It's really nice to know someone is taking care of him and making sure he's okay. Especially today. It's...uh. None of our best memories..."

Tommy rolls his eyes. Of course not on the roof. That could risk light shows. Tommy's not an idiot to do that.

"I know it isn't. And I can't wrap all of you up in a blanket over it. Even if I might want to. Gotta take care of him. And seriously, dude, eyebrow waggles? That's really childish."

AS if he wouldn't do the same in Steve's position.

Steve waves away any concern about him. "I didn't die. The worst that happened to me was with the Russians, and that was in like an underground thing. Not a big deal." Torture? Whatever. Child's play.

Also he waggles his eyebrows all over again.

"I'm 20, sue me. Besides, it gets the point across, right?"

"Trauma always sticks with you."

Tommy knows. It's a lot more removed in time from super juvie than any of these Hawkins kids are from what has happened to them. That shit sneaks up on you.

"Not sure what point you're trying to make, so does it?"

Steve rolls his eyes. "Jesus, man. You're impossible." He glances around and leans in so he can lower his voice. "You have like the whole night. Alone. I'm just saying, it will be a nice time to talk. About things. Just saying." And yeah, he winks.

Of course he is. And he rolls his eyes. Really, Steve's trying hard.

"You're still trying that mess, aren't you? Have you ever considered maybe Billy Hargrove is interested in guys but not guys like me? Like, have you fathomed that?"

Steve...hadn't, really. "No," he admits honestly. "I mean, you're objectively good looking, you're nice, you're nice to him. And he lets you in like, way more than anyone else. I..." He shrugs a shoulder.

"I guess it's possible but I don't really think so. And never know till you ask!"

No. God, Tommy wants to laugh at that.

"I'm the hottest guy in this whole damn city under the age of thirty," Tommy corrects Steve. Yes, his boyfriend is hot, but he's definitely not as hot as Tommy. Close, but slightly lower. He is gorgeous though. Tommy loves a gorgeous man.

"You're dead set on this wing man thing, aren't you? Do you not have other hobbies?"

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