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so shine bright tonight.
Who: steve rogers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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
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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Peggy says Mr DeVere, and somehow that makes it easier thank if she had said Harry or Mr Hart — easier, too, to think of the happy months spent in Olympia and not Harry Hart’s last moments on earth. His smile softens, tinged with just a touch of melancholy. The peculiarities of their relationship aren’t known to anyone, but Eggsy can’t help but appear fond. ]
Not so much in my circles, no. [ Certainly not in the London clubs. Dancing like this is reserved for more hoity-toity affairs, or for students at universities of a certain calibre, with reeling and Christmas balls to attend in their best frocks. ] Henry would’ve been chuffed to see us dancing.
[ He’d been pleasantly surprised when Eggsy knew how to dance at the gala, after practicing with Red and the locals for hours. It had impressed Margaery, too, which helped him see the appeal of it. ]
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[ Is that a wink? It may be.
It may be a remark about her birthday, but more than that, it's the fact that had it not been for the Orbiters, time would have separated this friendship — same Earth or not. She remembers her first conversation with Henry DeVere, the little tells that marked them from different points in history: His Majesty versus Her. Their chats afterwards, too, always so curious about how things were and how they'd changed. He was the first person to inform her that women gain a bit more respect down the line.
And he'd always been quick to stop her from selling herself short, even if that was part of her "humble secretary" cover. (One that he likely didn't believe given their encounter in a dark alley. She still wonders about that.) ]
I do miss him, [ she continues with a soft, fond smile. ] I always enjoyed our conversations. How did you two meet? I just realised I've never asked.
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He knew my dad, when they were both in the Marines.
[ He leaves out the details of the relationship not for the sake of secrecy, but to maintain the breezy mood of the evening. Mentioning that Harry was there when his father died, that he delivered the medal of honour to Eggsy's home in person — that's information he would give Peggy freely on any other day. ]
And then he helped me out of a tight spot, as a favour to the family. We got closer after that.
[ All true, but all oversimplified in this setting. He wonders how much Harry had revealed of himself to Peggy and how much she surmised with all her cleverness. ]
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He did mention his time with the military when we'd met, although we didn't speak much about it afterwards — something about the "fun stuff" being classified. I know the feeling.
[ How much had she pieced together, indeed.
Henry DeVere, as he'd revealed himself to her, was a man in uniform before he hung it up and became a tailor. And not just any tailor, either: one who worked for the important and wealthy. They'd spoken of his travels for work, bonded over their love of New York and the culture found in her museums and theatres. But they'd also taken down a suspect in the middle of the night and chased him down through Olympia. The man had been more than reasonably fit, then, even if she didn't call attention to how well he'd handled the situation.
Neither did he focus too much on her doing the same. It had been interesting, to say the least. Because Eggsy had been a soldier turned tailor turned... well. It's a pattern she's considered before. But this is a party so she doesn't look too closely for now. So to explain it away, and to steer the conversation to something more easily overheard: ]
Michael was a captain with His Majesty's Armed Forces. He didn't tell me much about what he did out there, either.
apologies for the delay!!
You were still close, though, yeah? Was he much older than you?
[ He thinks siblings ought to be, from his limited experiences as a brother. Without a doubt, lying to his mum and Daisy will be one of the harder things he has to do for the job. ]
i will be here 5ever
By a few years, yes, but it didn't matter. He was my best friend.
[ They were all each other had growing up. Of course they had friends, their family — but Peggy was exasperatingly unusual as a child, precocious, preferred rough-housing with her brother in the garden rather than sitting inside with her mother like a lady-in-training. She slew imaginary dragons and rescued damsels and Michael, bless him, had played right along. And then the world tried to separate their parts to play and she let it.
And he went on to be the soldier and she convinced herself to marry one, instead. Then he was killed and she took up his flag. She believed, for so long, that she only did what he wanted her to do. But here, now? She realises it's what she was meant to do all along. He just knew it. ]
We drifted a little as we got older. I do regret that. And then he joined up with the army and — well, you can imagine how brave he was; clever as the devil too. And you wouldn't know it looking at him, but he was funnier than he let on. [ There's a pause and her expression softens as she adds, ] He knew me better than anyone else alive; better than I knew myself, if I'm being honest. I wouldn't be who I am now without him.