Steve (AVAC) / OTA (Multiples Welcome)
Still wearing his jeans, baseball team, and his red baseball cap with a white stare outlined in blue, Steve was off to the side enjoying the festivities. Today was a great day. It had been some time since he'd had a chance to play a good old fashion game of baseball. It was hard not to think back on the good ole days of playing a ball game in some make shift field, though it often meant he sat back on the sidelined and cheered on Buck who, inevitably, would hit a homer and Steve would only been just a tad bit awestruck. Ever the sickly one, he often kept score or managed equipment. But being part of the team? Once in a blue moon. Usually to pitch, to be honest. He had a pretty mean curve ball, too.
A barbeque was exactly what the doctor had order. So, despite the loss of his team, which...was a bit disappointing, Steve was still having a good time. He glanced in Carol's grumpy direction, a small grin on his face -- clearly, he was handling things better than others. For now, though, he sat on the edge of a table, plate in one hand, and a cup in the other.
He glanced back at the food and contemplated his next move: pies. Steve loved a good pie. He just wasn't sure where to start.