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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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"Nevermind. Okay, so this is normal for you. Got it. Well, if you're not worried about it then..."

Richie shifted a bit and went quiet before pecking a kiss on Reeve's temple. He waited again and then attacked his cheek.

"I get to play a pretty fun game with you. Can you catch the kiss? Predict where I'm going! Oooh.... Am I...here?" He kissed Reeve's neck. "Ooor... here?" He pecked Reeve's nose and then just kept going.

"I won't be worried about it for at least an hour," Reeve promises. "I've even tested the magic on myself back home, so yes, I'm certain it will be okay."

Or he's showing more confidence than is really justified. But that's fine for now. Though now Richie's got a game and he laughs at it all. Why is he doing this? Doesn't matter. It's sweet.

"You're a lovely pest, my dear."

Why is he doing it? Distraction. Distraction and because a little sensory play is always fun. Richie pecks the tip of his nose and then smacks a harder kiss against his cheek.

"Lovely pest. I feel like that should be an oxymoron. But as a moron, I'll still take it." Another kiss fell to the center of his forehead. "I hope this clears before the light show takes place. Otherwise I'll paint you a word picture."

The man is adorable and Reeve is chuckling. Who would have ever thought he could be blessed with such affection as this?

"There are plenty of lovely pests, Richie, even if present company were excluded. Mice can be quite charming, and bug collectors would say your vision is narrow."

Then he has to pause, his brow scrunching up.

"Light show?"

"Yeah. I heard something about something cool happening. Hopefully you'll see it. Otherwise I will just pay someone to do it again. I'm a great boyfriend."

He wraps his arm around Reeve and drags him in. Looking over at Mini, he frowns. "Shit. You've got it too, don't you? This drink sucks."

"Pay them?" Reeve asks with a chuckle. "My dear you don't need to impress me with wealth. It never served me in my life."

And Reeve had been wealthy. Quite wealthy. Though most of the funds had gone into building Cait Sith.

"Yeah," Mini agrees. "It's why we think it's magical. Because it's affecting us both through the bond."

"Damn. How am I gonna impress you then? You're not giving me a lot of options here."

Richie glances over at Mini and frowns. Not great that it's magical. Richie would really rather it just be something easy and very clearly fixable. Magic was...complicated. "You okay, Mini? Need anything while the lights are out?"

"You make me smile in your own ways, darling," Reeve assured him. Even tries to reach out to pat his shoulder. He misses of course.

"Ah, nae. I am quite content like this. It's like a nap, even though I cannae take those outside of Calibrations."

Richie grabs his hand and pulls it so he can press a kiss to the top. With Reeve content and Mini relaxed as well, it seemed there was nothing for this but to wait. He looped his arms back around Reeve's middle.

"Alright. You two enjoy your blindness. I am your Seeing-Eye Richie for the time being. Arf."

Mini hisses at the noise. Okay, maybe he doesn't like dogs.

"How about we not go into that particular set of noises, dearest."

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