Welcome Pizza Party!

[lonelinessloop]

WHO: EVERYONE!
WHAT: a welcome party for the new arrivals, with pizza and milkshakes and snacks and candy, dancing games and video games and a big banner that says 'WELCOME!' and music and balloons for everyone!
WHERE: main common room
WHEN: beginning of August
NOTES/WARNINGs: None so far. Party thread!


The main common room has been transformed into party central!!!

There's streamers and balloons and tons of fun and games. Haruka, Luigi, and Duck have made sure that there's a little something for everyone.

There's a food table with all kinds of snacks and candy as well as pizza with every combination of toppings you could ask for.

There's dance games out with their mats on the floor for fun and friendly competitions, and a sign that says there's a scavenger hunt for anyone interested. There's also a bunch of machines, almost like a margarita bar (but of course not!) that offer all kinds of milkshakes and slushies for anyone who'd want one. Fun, happy, upbeat pop music with bubblegum lyrics is playing just loud enough to be fun but not to give anyone a headache.

Haruka had made sure that the kitchen staff knew they wouldn't need to make dinner tonight, and they were using all paper cups and plates so no clean up! Everyone could have fun tonight!

"We just wanted to welcome you all to the Clipper! So enjoy the snacks, and have fun!"

Comments

[worthallthis]

"I know. I know." Even back then, he didn't actually believe Steve wanted him to leave. He'd just felt trapped and afraid and it made him angry. B's been there. "I do, too. We're gonna make it happen. We're gonna make it work."

Nine years away hadn't been enough to keep them from finding each other. A year of torture hadn't been enough. Two years in Steve's world with his own Bucky. Seventy years of ice and murders. They're on the same ship, when they could have been split up and never seen each other again.

"Maybe it ain't the way you thought it'd be," he says, resting his cheek against Steve's hair. "But we're still here. You'n me. And I think we're gonna stay that way."

[punched_hitler]

Steve had maybe wanted him not there, had wanted him someplace better, but he hadn't wanted him to leave. There was a part of him that, deep down, that he'd tried to squash, hard, that hadn't wanted to be alone anymore.

But choosing to be alone is easier than being forced into it. Maybe he had been taking the easy way out all along, after all.

He's still clinging to B, and it's no less desperate, but he's leaning into him, too, into his solidity because it is comforting. "I want this," he repeats, because it's all he has. He can't make them stay together, he can't do anything. But he can want this. B wants this, too. "I don't care what way it is. I really don't." He'd never really planned. Plans are useless in places like this. There was no way he'd been envisioning. So he can't be disappointed.

He lets out a wet laugh and says, "I promise I'm not just trying to get outta dancing. It was nice. It is nice." The music's still playing, though the song has changed. It's still slow, though.

[worthallthis]

"It's okay. I'll make you dance a little later," B promises, not quite joking, more a soothing reminder of reality. There's going to be a later, and there's plenty of time to make Steve trip over his own two feet and fall on his ass. He stroke's Steve's hair a little, as much as he can without moving the rest of his arm, with still trying to hold him tight. "Right now I think hanging onto you is more important."

maybe wrap here (or start wrapping)?

[punched_hitler]

Steve just makes a quiet noise and doesn't move; he knows he should pull himself together, and he will. He's okay. He's fine.

(He's much more okay, though, with B close.) "Not gonna argue. Just this once." He smiles a little against B's neck and just presses close, making sure his own arms are locked around him still, because that's important, too. Hanging onto B, if B's willing to hang onto him.