Life's Temporary... Characters: Characters who rsvp-ed here, multiple threads Setting: Nick's Apartment over Times Square, NYC Content: Nick Fury, usual party shenanigans Summary: Nick throws a New Years Eve party
Outside in Times Square, a party was already in full swing. The destruction of the Hulk hadn't put a damper on New York City's Christmas spirits, and it certainly wasn't going to impede their New Years eve revelry. In Fury's apartment everything was ready and now Nick was just waiting his guests to arrive. The apartment had been scoured top to bottom by a maid service, the minibar was stocked and attended by a hired bartender, and the h'or d'oeuvres were from one of the city's better catering companies. Nick never threw parties; he was just too busy and he wasn't exactly prone to entertaining often. But this was a power move if nothing else; a chance for networking, for redemption in the eyes of his agents and employees who maybe lost faith in him after the Hulk debacle. What better way to do that than to play the consummate party host? He needed to prove that he was Nick mother fucking Fury; bane of terrorists, defender of freedom, who could play daddy to the world and even throw a helluva party. All in all, Nick was optimisitic. People liked this kind of thing, it showed that he was sociable and confident and on their level. It might even be a good night- as long as he kept away from the booze. This place was too damned expensive for any unexpected redecoration. The doorbell rang and the first of his guests arrived and Nick began the smiling and simpering and ass-kissing that would comprise his evening. Even Nick Fury could play nice sometimes.