You are invited:

[winsomelosesome]

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?? -------- 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

Comments

[directors_cut]

That...well that's not nearly as bloody as Billy hoped it would be for one. "Seriously? You just bullied it to death?" It's both funny and a bit anti-climatic.

[mrsklover]

"We crushed its heart too, but that is what weakened it." Richie giggles a little at the memory. It was pretty ridiculous in hindsight. "Never let it be said again that words can never hurt you."

[directors_cut]

"Well that's a little more like it," Billy laughs, and shrugs a shoulder, "Hey, I'm in highschool, no one knows it better, right?" Not that Billy was usually the one on the receiving end.

[mrsklover]

"High school? Jesus fuck, why do the aliens want to keep me at the far end of the fucking age curve?" He groaned and rolled his eyes. At this rate he and Reeve will collect AARP while the rest of the planet finger paints. "But yeah. High school sucks. All school sucks, really. Down with school."

jesus fuck, i lost this, i'm sorry! <3

[directors_cut]

"Heh, what you got wife and two kids by now?" he guesses, looking him over appraisingly, trying to bait out the right response.

"You don't have to tell me twice. I'm done in a few months. Then it starts all over once we hit college." Him and Stu. New start, tragic backstory...and eventually their perfect sequel.

No issues <3

[mrsklover]

"Nah, man. I'm gay. Got an awesome boyfriend, though. Not too bad for the resident geriatric." Yeah, he's proud.

"College. I dropped that shit. But, uh, you're gonna do great. Stay in school. Don't do drugs." What else do adults say to teenagers? "Wear condoms?"

[directors_cut]

"Here?" Billy confirms, looking a little surprised by how casually Richie announces it but not necessarily the news itself. It's practically the millennium, there's plenty of alternative relationships in media these days. (Plus whatever he and Stu are, but that's...different.)

"Ooh, big dive in cool points right there. You were doing so well."

Weird doing this now when you tried to MURDER HIM

[mrsklover]

Richie snorts a laugh. "If it helps, I've probably done more drugs than you've learned to avoid in DARE. And I wasn't exactly a great college student either. Even before I dropped out for Hollywood, sex, and rock and roll."

i just made a phone call, buddy~

[directors_cut]

"Yeah? You some kind of real big shot comedian then? Mr. Hollywood?~" Billy laughs and flashes a smile, "Real raunchy shows? That the vibe?" he guesses.

Tell it to the court

[mrsklover]

"Eh. I was successful. Not with my own material, but I got there with my own shit. The raunchy stuff was all lies but..." Richie hasn't thought about that shit in awhile. "I have some good stuff on my own. Depends how you feel about Mom jokes," he teases.

[directors_cut]

"Not really my thing." Very much not his thing. At least as long as they're about his mother... It's a touchy subject.

"Gimme a sample."

[mrsklover]

"Asking for a tight five on the spot? Hard to do, man. Which is the opposite of whoever's mom would be the target of that joke. It's double funny because of how gay I am." He considers for a second.

"Think there's a market for 'Your Dad' jokes?"

[directors_cut]

"A huge one. You know anyone without Daddy issues? You should corner the market on those, ditch the 'your mom' shit," Billy says, definitely not biased.

[mrsklover]

Richie is picking up on something here but he's not a therapist so he doesn't super care. Just nods. "Dad jokes. Got it. At least it will be a little bit more honest, right?" He offers Billy a smile, tentative.