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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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"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?"

"Yeah, but I can't always play basketball or hook up with Eddie." He grins wide at Tommy. "Besides, I think you guys are good together. And you having to deal with your boyfriend having the same name as your brother is kind of hilarious."

"Wow, is that how narrow your life experiences are? Sad," Tommy laughs. Though he rolls his eyes at the 'good together'.

Though he snorts at the other thing.

"Nope, man. Billiam and Curls aren't the same person. It's fine."

"You clearly don't know the joys of basketball and hooking up with Eddie. Your loss." Steve grins and nudges Tommy in the side.

"Billiam and Curls? Seriously? Do I even want to know if you have a nickname for me?"

"People like me are highly discouraged from any form of organized sport back home. We're seen as inherently cheating," Tommy says with a shrug. And he's not about to hook up with Eddie.

"I have a hundred nicknames for my brother. It's my right. And you haven't earned one yet, Steve."

"Couldn't you just play against each other? Mutant leagues? I think that would be cooler than normal sports. Someone with like fire powers and someone else with ice powers fighting over the ball? I would watch that."

He frowned though.

"And what do you mean I haven't earned one? What the hell, man?"

Really? Really? Tommy just stops and stares at Steve.

"I'm going to need you to dig deep and think about American baseball history, or the civil rights movement, and ask yourself why that's really also not okay. I know you can figure it out."

Not that you can't have powered leagues with less rules. But fuck, it's messed up that people get denied other stuff.

"And you haven't earned one. I give nicknames to those I like and those I hate. You're neutral ground."

Steve guesses he can't argue with that. "Neutral..." He frowns but yeah. He doesn't have much of a relationship with Tommy outside of getting him to hook up with Billy. Neutral is better than bad though, he guesses. 'King Steve' wasn't exactly a nickname born out of love.

He lets it go for the moment and thinks about the rest of what Tommy said. "Baseball history? What like...Babe Ruth?" Steve passed history because his father argued with the principal. And there hadn't been much interest even in sport's history after that fact.

"Like segregated leagues," Tommy says. "Like all the baggage with that. Like how fucked up that is."

And it's still insulting to people like them. It would be one thing if you had an 'extreme' league, but what argument is there to prevent someone who can control fire from doing weight lifting in the olympics or something? It's discriminatory.

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