nysalogs | so shine bright tonight.

Who: steve rogers (

starspangle), peggy carter (

revlon) and some of peggy's closest friends (u kno who u are)
What: peggy's birthday is on the 9th, but they're celebrating on the 8th with an intimate dinner
When: april 8th
Where: at the rogers-carter residence
Warning(s): possible cavities from the sheer sweetness of this entire event tbh

❚❚❚❚❚ i. ARRIVAL

[ It's the weekend and it's just a couple of days before Peggy's birthday. Steve Rogers has never hosted a party before, let alone a party for his partner, but life is all about trying new things and being the best boyfriend (hard to think of himself as such, still, even after all of these years, but he likes the feeling) he can be, and Steve takes both of those things very seriously.

So he sends out invitations and makes plans - nothing fancy, nothing big, because everyone's just survived one of the worst events since crash-landing on this planet, and also because he knows Peggy isn't the kind of woman who relishes in big, flashy parties. He certainly isn't.

A quiet dinner with her closest friends feels right.

The small, cozy apartment is well-lit and tidy. When you enter, you come up a small set of steps to enter the main space - a kind of living-dining room combined. It's cute and comfortable and somehow reminds you of an older time without actually being dated. There are a couple of poetry books stacked on a side-table by the couch, and leaning against it is the possibly familiar, but very much noticeable circular star-spangled shield. Around the room you'll find drawings on the wall - sketches, meticulous and detailed but with a loose, free spirit - of the New York City skyline, Brooklyn, the Empire State Building.

There's a delicious scent coming from the kitchen area. If you brought a gift, or some wine, you can leave it at the table with the single bottle placed there already and make yourself at home. Chat it up with the host, or with other party guests until the guest of honour arrives. ]

❚❚❚❚❚ ii. DINNER

[ Considering the smallness of the space, it makes a little more sense for guests to grab food from the 'buffet-style' arrangement set out on the dining table and find any place to settle and eat. Soft music plays in the background, something jazzy and a little big band-y. There are enough plates and cutlery to go around (thank God), and there's more than enough food and drink too. Most of the ingredients are very similar to Earth's, but still manage to have a ... strangeness to them that feels uncanny. It's the alien-ness of this place. Thankfully it doesn't affect the taste.

Steve's made some assortment of meat, stew, rice, and salad - not combined, don't worry. It's very vaguely Japanese-ish, if only because his culinary sensei happens to be You Watanabe, but he's picked up a couple of tips from some of the locals too. He's no Gordon Ramsay, but he's a good student and the food should taste pretty decent.

Cake (bought at a local Olympian bakery) will be served at the end. ]

❚❚❚❚❚ iii. A LITTLE WINE, A LITTLE COFFEE

[ After dinner, guests are welcome to mingle and stay for however long they'd like. Music continues to play, and everyone should feel happy and full. It's a pleasant night and the company is delightful too.

At one point, Steve will offer guests coffee or maybe some of that wine from earlier - he's not entirely sure where it came from but it seems all right, and while Steve can't get drunk from it, it tastes fine enough. ]

❚❚❚❚❚ iv. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE

[ more of an ooc note, but! please feel free to leave your own top-levels and mingle amongst each other! these prompts are really, really general and are mostly meant to set the tone of the party. pick a prompt and play with it, take some cues and make your own, etc etc.! if you have any questions, absolutely feel free to hit me up! pls have fun and wish our best girl a happy birthday! ]

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[Claire's noticed his appetite, of course. He's trying.

She's happy to help him try a little harder. So, with a slice of cake on a plate, she sits down beside him and breaks off a bit with her fork to hold to his lips.]

Here. Try this.

[She's not one to usually partake in dessert before the meal is done, but if Jamie keeps eating at this pace he'll never get to the cake. Exceptions can be made.]

[ She's lived through the ups and downs of him post Randall. Though now they have the other kidnapping to deal with as well. Jamie doesn't really hold onto any pain inflicted upon himself, but mostly the guilt and shame of not protecting her properly. All he can recall is Rumlow's words from their first conversation. It rips Jamie up inside knowing that he couldn't stop those heathens from doing that to his wife. They put her through excruciating pain and all he's wanted to do since is repay them.

But she doesn't seem to know what he does need. Though she's swimming uncharted waters with this recent event, but she's known how to handle him for the most part after Randall. He won't deny that visiting Ros has played a rather extensive part with the ring she has. It eases the darker corners of his mind when nothing will do the trick.

Jamie eyes the cake being thrust before him by his wife and then her. He smiles finally and opens his mouth to do as he's told. He chews and swallows once it's off the fork. ]

I suppose I should be grateful yer nae hand feeding me my supper.

Well, if you ask nicely... [She teases, happy to pretend everything is okay for the sake of Peggy's birthday. Wyver was a nice retreat despite Claire not having any fondness for the city beyond a handful of its residents, but she's definitely making Jon make the trek to Wyver so that he's not a stranger as opposed to her going to him. Aside from the suspiciously gloved hands, Claire does seem fine. But she's seemed fine for twenty years--she's an expert at that game.

She takes a bite for herself before offering him another.]

Isn't that the male fantasy? A woman feeding him without complaint?

[ He does pull his plate away from her just a bit. He doesn't want her getting any ideas. Not that pulling the plate back will do much. She'll simply reach out further. When it comes to matters like this she tends to find a way to win him over or get her way. She's determined. Downright stubborn. It's how he knew he would not win the stand off when they were back at Castle Leoch after post rescue incident.

A half smile does sort of appear on his face before he takes this bite. He gives her a look that does say quite a bit. ]

Aye, but they're a wee bit more naked.

[ Finally he leans in to take his bite of cake. ]

[Claire lifts a brow. A warning look--they're in public, after all.]

Behave.

[No more cake for him. Just her, now.]

[ He's not suggesting anything so bold. Though she did ask him if it was the dream of men. He clarified just a tad for her. But in this moment he does feel a bit more like himself. Like the man that existed before Randall got his claws deep in his mind. It's refreshing. ]

I said they were naked. I didnae suggest ye get naked.

[ He's not a complete heathen. ]

We're at a party for Christ's sake. Filthy thoughts, Claire.

[ Clearly he's not serious. ]

Will you stop saying naked? [That's three, Jamie.]

When did ye become so worried about what other people might think?

[ He gives her a look. He's hardly saying anything that would make someone shy away. He's simply commenting on something. He's not talking filthy. He hasn't said anything that would make anyone blush crimson. ]

Settle down, Claire, I'm only teasing.

I haven't.

[She lifts a brow and, to prove her point, takes some of the frosting from the cake to dab it on his nose. Just a little bit. Harmless.]

I just don't want you to be upset if your reputation as a respectable gentleman is tarnished.

[ That's hardly anything, but it does make him smile for a brief moment. His wife has never been one to let Jamie be like this. She's always been desperate to aid him. Which is what she's doing now. Jamie balances the plate on his other hand before lifting his good one to dab his thumb at the frosting. He licks it off his thumb pad with a raised brow. ]

I'm certain I dinnae have one o' those. I'm a dirty Scot. They'd be fools to think otherwise.

They don't care about that. All they know is that you're married to a respectable lady.

[Not that she'd call herself that in absolute seriousness. Especially so when she leans in to take his hand, kissing the thumb he just cleaned.]

Aye. This is true. I married quite the respectable lass.

[ He gives her a true smile as he studies her. She is respectable. Though whatever reputation she may have he knows her well. ]

so shine bright tonight.

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