Mama dance on your birthday

[mocks]

WHO:  Bobbi & Open to anyone who wants food.  If you're friends with Bobbi, assume you were invited.  Also party crashing is welcome.
WHERE:  The Avengers Mansion
WHEN:  6pm Tuesday and onward
WARNINGS: Pigeons!
SUMMARY:  It's Bobbi's birthday.  There will be a casual barbecue and maybe cake and stuff.  And also pigeons will swarm down the chimney and attack everyone.
FORMAT: Whatever you like.  I'mma do like I did last party and post time slots/events, then y'all can tag around however you like.


Bobbi wasn't a huge fan of birthdays.  She wasn't the type who went around raging against them or anything, but she never really felt the need to make a big deal out of them.  Sure, she liked parties and cake and gathering with friends, but she was a fan of that stuff anyway, why wait until a birthday to do it.

There wasn't anything exciting about turning thirty-six, anyway.

But she went through the motions, casually letting word spread that she was having a small gathering for the occasion and that people could bring their own booze if they wanted.  She was going to try barbecuing some burgers and hotdogs, which wasn't her strong suit even remotely.  But she was trying, and she wanted to celebrate.  All burnt hotdogs were a lot better than sulking around and worrying about crows feet.

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6pm

[mocks]

[The party begins... there's Bobbi's famous guacamole and sodas and beers. She's just starting to grill up some real food too, so feel free to mingle and whatnot.]

[liverletdie]

[ Sup Bobbi Tony's here.


Drinkin' a soda. Like a party pooper ]

[mocks]

[Aw yeah, more beer for Bobbi.

She looks up from the grill.]

Havin' fun yet?

[liverletdie]

[ Sob BEER. One of the ones that got away 8( ]

Oh you know, I can't complain. I'm starting to wonder why you're the one cooking on your birthday though. I could have hired someone to do it.

[mocks]

[Attempting to start grill is go!]

Now, now. Forcing people to eat my cooking is part of the fun!

Re: 6pm

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

[Guess who's sipping a soda and enjoying the guacamole!]

[mocks]

Hi there, Lyra.

[She smiles warmly, setting her drink aside for now.]

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Bobbi! Happy birthday!

[Smiling up at her, equally happy.]

Thanks for inviting me.

[mocks]

Thank you, sweetheart. I'm so happy you could make it.

Can I get you another soda? A cheeseburger?

[superspeeds]

[Pietro's staring at his beer like it just bit him. How do people drink so much of this crap?]

[mocks]

Don't party too hard now, sport.

[Cookin' dem hotdogs aw yeaaah]

[superspeeds]

Don't women of your age usually ignore their parties in favor of crying in front of a mirror?

[mocks]

[Obviously Pietro needs more beer, right?]

My age? Pfft, listen to you. If you had your way, all women over the age of twenty-five would be barred from venturing out in public. Admit it.

[radiantly]

[Angie's not a fan of beer either, so she'll just be sipping it very gingerly.]

[ridethetiger]

[Ggio arrives fairly promptly for once, yet unusually he doesn't make a beeline for the food or avoid those gathered. He's actually looking for Bobbi, and as luck would have it, she's right where he can smell some wonderful meat.

He's not alone either, and glances back at the friend he brought along.]

She's over here.

[borntobewildcat]

[Tom had only come out to this today just because Ggio had told him to, and he'd made a good point that they didn't leave the apartment enough. Besides that, Ggio seemed to really want him to meet this Bobbi Morse woman that he seemed to like so much.]

Okay, I'm here. [He caught up to Ggio, hands stuffed in his pockets.] Where is she?

/leaps in

[mocks]

[Bobbi was busy grilling the meat, slathering on some seasoning to it, not paying any particular attention to the two cat boys creepering around.]

/SQUEALS

[ridethetiger]

She's cooking.

[For some reason, Ggio was really excited to show Tom to Bobbi (or show Bobbi to Tom, it was hard to tell), he was even going to make an effort to use better English. Tugging at Tom's sleeve, he finally spots the grill and Bobbi, and drags him over.]

Bobbi!

hank isn't going to be here because he's hanging with amanda, just assume he pre-baked a cake though

[nottheanswers]

[Vic was a little surprised to get the invite, but he figured what the hell. Doubted he'd know many people, but it could be interesting to expand his social circle. He was almost overdressed for the occasion, as usual, but he left his tie and jacket at home. Not really the weather for it, anyway.

Wouldn't be right to show up empty-handed, so he picked up a case of beer and some tortilla chips. As he came in, he just hung back and observed a bit, getting a feel for the situation.]

baw what a sweetheart :3

[mocks]

[Bobbi greeted Vic with a friendly smile and a wave, hastily finishing the chip and guacamole in her hand.]

Hey there, Vic! Glad you could make it!

[nottheanswers]

[He'd managed to find a table to drop off the stuff he'd brought by the time she caught him. He folded his arms and gave her a smile.]

Well, birthdays come but once a year. How've you been?

7pm

[mocks]

[Food is served now, so help yourselves to that. Oh, also it's time to gather for cake!!]

open to anyone!

[crabulous]

[Zoidberg is happily eating a hot dog! Who even invited this guy? Does it really matter?]

8pm

[mocks]

[This is when the pigeons attack.

As everyone is eating dessert in the living room, a strange noise is heard from the fireplace. Suddenly, a flock of dozens of pigeons burst into the room and start attacking!!!

This is the thread where you deal with said pigeon attack! Go go go!]

9pm

[mocks]

[Pigeon aftermath/clean up/miscellaneous post-pigeon-ness goes here!]