zymasoldat: WS (IT'S NOT A PHASE STEVE)
Bucky Barnes | зима солдат ([personal profile] zymasoldat) wrote in [community profile] pineslog2017-03-10 07:34 pm

HAPPY CENTENNIAL, BUCKY BARNES [open to all]

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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[personal profile] onteamdyson 2017-03-21 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Not gonna lie to you, Buckaroo, that is totally where your present is coming from. And like, not even a thing I win from the claw machine, just whatever I can grab when I reach my thin, flexible arms up in there and swipe. Sidenote, please check on me later in case I get stuck.

[She snorts, shaking her head.] Nah. I guess not. Another decade and you'll be something verging on distinguished and experienced and aged to perfection...

[She... she might not be talking about Bucky anymore. God, is she sighing? She totally sighed. Like a full on dreamy sigh. This is pathetic.]

Please, you and I both know I'll be lucky to make it past 25.