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Tweak says, "Be damned, you! *Ruff!* Grrrrr"

Pepper is (hisonething) wrote in avengers_logs,
@ 2018-07-04 20:05:00

Entry tags:

-open thread, bobbi morse, darcy lewis, drax, hope van dyne, loki odinson, nebula, nick fury, pepper potts, peter quill, tony stark

Who: Everyone
What: HAPPY 100th BIRTHDAY, STEVE ROGERS!
When: July 4th
Where: Ellis Island/Statue of Liberty
Rating: TBD

Pepper had gotten to Ellis Island to oversee the set up for the party at 7AM. The caterers arrived an hour later. Then she began to direct the whole mess as if she were choreographing a ballet. Anyone who has seen her at work with something like this can't help but step back and watch in awe.

By the time 3PM rolled around and the first guests began to arrive everything was set up. There were no less than three dance floors. One with a band to play Big Band/1940s music. One with a standard DJ for the younger crowd. And one with a piano bar for a more traditional dancing and talking atmosphere. There was a dining area with two full bars, all manner of food and drink and tables of various size for groups or couples. There was a VIP section for the Avengers and their extended friends and relatives.

Pepper was currently wandering around greeting people and welcoming them.

[ooc: Per Gwen this will go on all month long so tag in willy nilly!]

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the_destroyer
2018-07-08 09:15 pm UTC (link)

"She would want that. We were good for one another," he agreed. "My Hovat is dead, along with our daughter. Ronin killed them, at Thanos' behest. It was years ago. I have friends now that I travel with, doing questionably good deeds for others. I have also met you and others during my travels, so that makes living worthwhile."

Drax firmly nodded. Although there was still pain, the majority of it resided in the past. The present meant that he would avenge their deaths. After that? Then he would decide what to do from there.

Sparring and Pro Wrestling. Yes. For someone who didn't plan ahead very often at all, this was a plan he could live with.

"I welcome a unique challenge. I will now continue with the contest as cornhole, and will spar with you or your Scott at a time of your choosing. Farewell, Hope. Go dance like the tale known as Footloose with your mate."

He raised his now empty beer bottle and let out a rousing "Another!" to the bartender, who wasted no time getting another bottle opened for the big guy.

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thehoffs_twin
2018-07-09 09:15 pm UTC (link)

"Jesus, Drax," Peter said, coming up to the bartender, empty drink in hand. "Don't you think you should slow down? Remember what happened the last time you got wasted?"

Peter shuddered. He had no idea vomit could be so blue.

"Also, I'm pretty sure there's no bacta tanks to fix me up if something goes wrong." Translation: Peter always got hurt when they wrestled. Always.

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the_destroyer
2018-07-09 09:30 pm UTC (link)

Few realized that there would be so much of that blue vomit, either.

Fueled by funny liquid, Drax's response came in the form of a back pat that could send others reeling while knocking several vertebrae out of alignment.

"I am not at fault for your physical enfeeblements, Quill," Drax exclaimed, taking up the beer which was offered at arm's length. As the bartender refilled Peter's drink, Drax took another 'healthy' swig of the beverage of most interesting men. "Many are paid to pro wrestle on this planet. This feat of strength is a worthy pastime! When we have finished Thanos, I will become a pro wrestler. It is a shame you can not join me in such a pursuit."

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