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Tweak says, "you're my best friend"

Carol Danvers (cpt_marvel) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-04-18 22:47:00

Entry tags:

america chavez (616), bucky barnes (mcu), carol danvers (mcu), clark kent (dctv), clint barton (616), evaan verlaine, gamewide plot, gwen stacy, janet van dyne (avac), kate bishop (616), klaus hargreeves (netflix), loki (616), peter b parker (sv), peter parker (mcu), remus lupin, rose tyler, sirius black, steve rogers (avac), steve rogers (mcu), tony stark (avac), tony stark (mcu), vision (mcu)

Who: Anyone who wants to come by
What: Grand-opening party!
Where: Pancho's Bar
When: Friday Night

The streamers were up (because Jan had insisted), and the bar was as ready as it ever would be. Alcohol was stored in a few make-shift shelves on the back wall and a relatively well-cobbled together bar was freshly polished and ready to go. It wasn't the most well-put-together, place, but Pancho's definitely resembled its namesake in terms of dim lighting, chipped tables and a floor that looked like it should be sticky. All in all, Carol was pretty proud of what they'd made. The minifridge was even a good choice since it allowed them to keep some drinks cold (they were going to have to find a larger one in the future, though).

She had warned Peter that the pizza oven needed to be ready by that evening, but she wasn't sure how on the ball with that he was. She'd been busy doing damage control on some electrical issues they were having with the fridge and double checking to make sure they actually had drinking cups (that took a little bit of maneuvering, but Clint came through with the coffee mugs). Yup, vodka from coffee mugs, a mini-fridge filled with a variety of stolen beers, and mismatched chairs. And, of course, the balloons. The annoying, awful squeaky balloons that had floated into a couple of corners of the room, save for the two that kept dragging on the floor and that Carol dreaded would pop at some point that evening. Definitely professional.

Karaoke was set up in one corner of the room with a make-shift stage and Christmas lights (Yes, more Christmas lights) decorating around it. Old 80s rock music blasted from the speakers for now, and Carol stood behind the bar, ready to serve as needed but more than willing to drag anyone else into the position should they so choose that evening.

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Bucky Barnes (MCU) & OTA

sgt_barnesjb
2019-04-20 10:01 pm UTC (link)

It'd been a good while since Bucky had last been in a real bar. There were bars in Wakanda inside the veiled city, but since he lived in the outskirts he didn't make it in all that much. There was also the fact that he couldn't actually feel the effects of alcohol anymore. He could drink for the taste, maybe for the memory of what it felt like to get blitzed, but if there wasn't a reason for it beyond that it just kind of sounded depressing and maybe a little desperate.

Thankfully, the grand opening of the bar in town was a reason to go so he left his living quarters and made his way to Pancho's. Now that he actually had clothes, he dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a grey fitted shirt, and a brown leather jacket. Some dark brown shoes completed the ensemble. Bucky'd swept back the front pieces of his hair and tied them in a little knot at the back of his head as he'd learned to do some time ago.

Was he actually intending on socializing? Maybe a little. He wasn't sure if Steve was going to be there or not. He figured Clint would be, so maybe he'd talk to him, have a drink and go. No one could label him a grumpy old hermit after this anyway. Bucky walked in, to see that there were a handful of people already there. That was fine. He walked up to the bar and sat down, figuring he'd nurse a beer for a little while.

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Bucky (MCU) & Steve (AVAC)

shieldtoss
2019-04-21 02:56 am UTC (link)

Steve Rogers had spent his time getting to know the place that he was to call for the foreseeable future. Steve was a lot of things--scientific marvel, sure, but scientific genius? Hardly. That was the territory that belonged to Hank, Bruce, and sometimes Tony when he wasn't busy staring down the bottom of a alcohol glass, a girl's skirt, or a jacuzzi. You needed to infiltrate an enemy base? Develop a strategy to take down a crime syndicate? Well, Steve might be able to help you out there. Travel transdimensionally? Well, that was a bit out of his scope.

Still, he knew that retreating to his makeshift room was not exactly the healthiest of scenarios. Every person here, he'd learned, was in the same boat and, for the most part, a hero in their own right, so it would probably be a good idea to get to know them. Even if, y'know, there were some people in this place that were multiversey versions of people he knew. And himself. He wasn't entirely sure if he was ready for that, but at this point what else was he going to do? Sit around until Tony or Jan decided they wanted to hang out with him and drag him around for the 2 cent tour?

Dressed in a pair of jeans, a white shirt that he often wore under his blue flannel, and his jacket, Steve headed for the bar. Not that he wanted to drink. Despite, technically, being one of the oldest people in the room, his face told another story for most people. A very young, barely legal type of story. So, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and quietly studied the room that was filing with people until he found himself at the bar, saddled up next to a larger man, and said, "Can I have a coke?"