HAPPY CENTENNIAL, BUCKY BARNES [open to all]

[zymasoldat]

Who: OPEN TO ALL. PARTY LOOOG!
Where: Wayward Pines's roller skating rink/bowling alley.
When: TODAY, MARCH 10th
What: It's Bucky Barnes's 100th-- uh. 31st. Yeah. 31st birthday...
Warnings: Just warn for anything in your headers.
[Open]

[ This wasn't Bucky's idea. If he had his way, his 100th birthday would come and go without any fanfare. But it's not up to him, really; it's up to Natasha. She's pretty good at getting her way. And it's not that she forced his hand, so much as strongly encouraged the party, using very persuasive arguments to get him to go along with it. It'd look suspicious, after all, if Bucky Barnes, friendly, outgoing local-boy mechanic, didn't celebrate his birthday. Right?

Now here he is, at the bowling-alley-slash-roller-skating-rink (complete with a small 'arcade' with pinball and claw machines), with Steve, Natasha, and anyone else who felt like showing up. Of course, it's not a 90s roller skate birthday party without a kick-ass mix full of songs he's never heard before. Food's a mix of whatever the concession stand's got available and some snacks they stocked up on. And-- oh, does that birthday cake actually have one hundred candles? Yeah. If asked about that, they'll just say it's an inside joke. You know, because Bucky's so old at 30...something... ha.

Anyway. Mingle. Skate. Bowl. Have fun. ]

[OOC: OKAY NOW THE PLAYLISTS ARE GETTING MOVED HERE: PLAYLIST 1, PLAYLIST 2, PLAYLIST 3.]

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[overdraws]

[ She laughs, shaking her head — she's clearly thinking the same thing he is, that 'memorable' isn't how they should probably put it. ] Archery, mostly. Hunting, too, mostly smaller game.

[zymasoldat]

[ Look, he tried, okay? Sort of. It's just that some people've got it, and others don't. Bucky's definitely in the latter category. He wonders if Allison really is, or if she just thinks she's no good. It's kinda hard to believe she'd be any worse than him. ]

You don't meet a lot of archers these days. [ But there's a little tug at the corner of his mouth, a smile he's suppressing as he thinks about Clint. Well, less Clint and more the strange absurdity of his weapon of choice, all things considered. But the guy was effective; he made it work for him.

But now, onto some potentially dangerous territory. He figures, despite the cameras everywhere, the music here is loud enough that they can talk a little more freely than he otherwise would. Not that Bucky has any plans to let on about his real life, but... He's sure his next question wouldn't go over well if, say, the sheriff was around. ] So, you go into the woods here much? Find any interesting game?

[overdraws]

[ She hesitates — it's a visible reaction, like she has to stop herself from answering at first, and her glance around is anything but inconspicuous. Those cameras are everywhere, but she comes to the same conclusion: the music is loud, and the general question is vague enough. There's probably nothing to worry about. ]

I haven't had a chance yet. My best friend showed up and she was really sick. So I've been more worried about her than anything. I'd like to head out there at some point though, maybe when it's a little warmer.

[ Pause. She looks at him, like she's trying to get him to understand the meaning behind what she's about to say next. ] See what I can find.