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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[zymasoldat]

[ He stares at the candles for a moment longer, but between Steve and Natasha's comments, he can't help but let out a laugh. It's a little quiet, but it's genuine, nothing forced or bittersweet about it. God, how long's it been since he's had a moment like this? He looks at Steve, his smile-- something carefree and probably nostalgic-- still lingering on his face. ]

Yeah, laugh it up, pal. You're next.

[ He shifts his gaze to Natasha. Their history's marked with violence, some of it he'd like to forget, so it's still a pleasant surprise, he supposes, the way she gives him as much crap as she does Steve. She doesn't have to do it, and he wouldn't blame her if she kept him at a distance, but the fact that she doesn't...

It makes him feel more human.

Not that he's gonna go and be a sap all over his own birthday party. ]

One hundred candles... [ He huffs, his voice teasing: ] I bet you hear the words 'you shouldn't have' a lot.

[paragon]

[ For his part, Steve's yet to be made aware of that particular connection, so he couldn't say one way or another. Maybe a part of him wishes he were in a position to say he's happy that his best girl and his best friend give a damn about each other apart from him, but the feeling's still there even if he can't say the words.

The sap might be a little catching. ]

Yeah, mostly from me, [ he graciously answers on Natasha's behalf. The truth, though, is that he wouldn't really know what to do with any kind of friendship that didn't give him a hard time, keep him on his toes and honest, something none of them have ever shied from. He's glad it still goes both ways between him and Bucky, even if it's been hard fought for. ]