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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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Of course Reeve laughs at Tony's point. A delighted laugh.

"Yes, that is very true. You'd be all I would need. Granted if I brought you home I'd definitely want to hire you to help with green energy systems and not with fundraising. As for Jan, I barely know her, so I don't know if my congratulations would go over well or seem weird after the whole mess on the Agrii ship."

They would probably go over at least a little better than trying to congratulate someone who wasn't involved, Tony had to assume, so he started to tip his head expectantly, only to be further confused. "The mess...?" he echoed, hoping whatever private conflict this was that precluded the man from talking to Jan wasn't supposed to be something Tony knew about.

"Yes. It was an awkward first meeting," Reeve agrees with a smile. "But that's a story for a night when we are not celebrating the birthday of your friend. Though I have to ask, what does Steve have to do with the birth of a nation?"

Because Reeve doesn't know about the fourth of july, clearly.

"No, come on," Tony encouraged, trying not to look too panicked through his inviting smile, sounding disappointed that he was being denied a good story because he found this man so engaging in such a normal way, and not because listening was easier than explaining he didn't know what any part of that question was supposed to mean. "Is it that bad? Should we be worried about a restraining order? We'll keep moving, so it doesn't look like we're lingering like perverts, come on. If we run into Steve, you can ask him about the pregnancy."

"It is not that bad, and if there was hard feelings then I would not be invited seeing as she is your co-host tonight," Reeve points out quite logically.

Though now he's laughing openly. Pregnancy? Really Tony?

"You really know how to make me laugh, Tony."

He seemed really very sure that this was Tony's party somehow, so at this point someone had to properly dissuade him, but that might mean not making him laugh anymore, and that was a greater moral failure, probably. Even if Tony wasn't entirely sure how he was doing it, he leaned a little closer to smooth the man's lapel where he might feel that warm rumble against his knuckles as he said, "It's my pleasure," with a smile that promised he didn't miss any opportunity for pleasure.

That forwardness, far more so than Tony playfully does with him at this point, the way the man respects his relationship… That’s what leads to Reeve looking at the man in concern. What’s going on here.

“Tony, are you okay?”

Oh, that didn't work at all. Pushing his shoulders back like he was just adjusting his posture and drawing his hand back to pat restlessly down his his own chest, he said, "Of course, always..." then was left with his tongue between his teeth and brow furrowed as he searched for more words to fill the space. The flirting had been getting a laugh until now, so it didn't seem like an effective weapon to defend himself, leaving him feeling mostly sheepish and out of ammo. What he had to latch onto was, "You're really talking to the wrong guy about the party, though. I don't even know Jan. If you want to introduce us, maybe we'll put together something spectacular for you."

Oh dear. This is very bad. Reeve reaches up to touch Tony's forehead. Is he hot? Feverish?

"What's my name, Tony?"

That was by far not the worst thing he'd ever said to anyone, so Tony didn't properly anticipate getting clocked for it and flinched back in surprise as that hand came for his face. He was berating himself for not disengaging faster when his attention was clearly unwelcome, when he squinted one eye open to find his broken nose postponed for a weirdly intimate gesture to puzzle over instead.

"Uh..." he struggled to process the question, never mind the failure of not having a ready answer, as a nagging familiarity had him leaning in to that touch for long enough that he had to abruptly jerk himself away. He might have been a little flushed then, but not from a fever, only an anxious hammering of his heart. "Why, did you forget?" he tried to play off.

Yes, there is something wrong, and there's fear and concern written plainly on Reeve's face. This wasn't possible. Or, actually, it is, but it's upsetting.

"Something is affecting your memory, my friend. And I am scared for you."

Even before he had to say anything, the man's face was enough to make Tony's smile fall, seeing his own nagging fear reflected back at him. It wasn't supposed to feel that real. "That's not helping, you're freaking me out," he accused, hands up to slow this down before they lost control. "I'm fine, everything's fine," he tried to assure them both again, flicking an unconvinced hand out toward this beautiful, great party that he couldn't even bring himself to look around at again. "Do you need some water? Do you need to sit down? Come on, we're having a good time here, we're going to hit the dance floor and this is going to feel ridiculous."

"I would like for you to sit down, Tony. With me. Or maybe come with me to find Jan."

If she had Tony's help setting this up she should probably know if he hit his head or something. Or have an idea of when that might have happened.

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