[retro party action!]

[risesagain]

Jean is more than a little aware that parties, especially birthday parties, are rarely thrown for the people whom they're suggesting it be for. It's about the gathering of people, the feelings, the throwing down and other things. A party that isn't celebrating their sudden arrival and pluck surivival skills has been in dire need for a while. Her

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[notawastedlife]

Tony felt it was about time. He didn't know why he'd waited for an excuse; probably, that it had slipped his mind. That was the usual reason.

Still, party for the attractive redhead (one of them, anyway), he was fine with that, and costumes just went that little bit further into fun; luckily, he'd been able to keep his simple, the ole wifebeater/suspenders combo.

It went with the drink, he felt. Then again, everything did. It was handy that way.

[throw_it_off]

Nate should have been looking where he was going, but he wasn't, his gaze drawn every second back to some other face from a blockbuster movie he'd never thought as anything other than cool entertainment. Wow, times change.

He brushed shoulders with someone, not heavily but enough for him to glance to his side to say "Sorry". ...Which, once he saw who he had bumped, he had to follow with: "Hey, you're Tony Stark, right?"

Nate was actually kind of proud of himself for not thinking 'Robert Downey Jr.' even for a second.

[notawastedlife]

Tony paused, making a reflexively futile attempt to place the guy, before settling on just saying, "Sure am," and waiting. Things often became clearer by what they followed that with.

[throw_it_off]

"Hey," Nate said, offering out his hand. "I'm Nate Archibald, Kate's boyfriend. I've heard a lot about you." Not including what he knew from the movie, which was probably a good thing.

[exweapon]

I'm not exactly one for parties. No surprises there. But if it's for one of the X-Men, and this one in particular, I feel like I should show up.

Even if it's just to find a quiet spot and a beer in Stark's surprisingly well-appointed kitchen - guess no one told him we're on a deserted island - and lay low.

[un_gloved]

Humming along with the increasingly distant strains of the catchiest dang version of St. James' Infirmary that she'd ever rightly heard, Rogue mostly sauntered and borderline bounced into the kitchen, ferrying a few used and subsequently forgotten glasses. She wasn't sure who Tony was filching 'em from, but they sure did add a nice touch to a party. After the compound and now building her own place, it was all so civilized it made her feel like Mary Anne off of Gilligan's Island stepping into the wrong show, like some sort of billionaire's version of Robinson Crusoe. Not that she was complaining.

She stopped short and broke into a smile when she saw Wolverine, and brushed past him to dump the glasses in the sink.

"'n who're you hidin' out from, or should I not ask?"

[exweapon]

Who does she think?

"Who says I'm hiding out from anyone?" I say, over the top of my beer.

[un_gloved]

"Everyone, then," she said, undeterred in her decision to be in not just a good but a gosh darned care free mood, and went over to lean against the counter opposite him, resting her elbows on top of it and her chin on the back of her wrist.

"You sure do look awful handsome, Wolvie."

[un_gloved]

Rogue had had to come face to face with the fact that she was, apparently, even without a mall in sight or a credit card to her name, possibly a bit of a clothes horse, maybe. She wasn't entirely sure when that had happened, but there it as. She knew full well that there were two more than serviceable dresses, both entirely apropos for the event, shoved carefully in a pile somewhere back in her room and yet she'd felt the need to go digging. While it wasn't, in the end, something she thought she would have picked out at home, the little gold shift dress was still a pretty good find. It was lighter, looser, it movedAnd if their history of gatherings was any indication of how Jean's birthday party was going to go, then she was probably going to need something she could move in

[missingthekeep]

"So," Sean says with a small smile, heading over to Rogue before he starts up his routine of just idly milling around these things, "has the novelty o' havin' me here wear off yet, now that ye've a whole menagerie o' yer X-Men hangin' 'round ta choose from?"

[un_gloved]

"Not hardly," Rogue reassure him, smiling and hooking an arm through his.

"'n even if it had, now I get t'see ya all shinied up."

[missingthekeep]

Sean manages not to grin too broadly at that and pats her on the arm. "Mark yer blinkin' calendar, lassie, prob'ly won't happen again."

[daretodo]

No matter which way you cut it, the answer's always gonna be the same -- I'm just not made out for parties. Never have been. In fact, I'm pretty sure I was busy being bitten by a radioactive spider the day they were handing out social skills. So when news reached me that there's gonna be this party with all of my superhero friends, I met it with an understandable amount of trepidation. Regular parties are tough enough. There's small talk and mingling and -- dare I say it -- hobnobbing. Now add a bunch of (formerly) superpowered folk who have all, at one point or another, wanted to rip each other apart, and factor in the statistical probability that someone's gonna end up thrown through a window before night's end.

Like I said, an understandable amount of trepidation. Still, when she's alive and not evil, I like Jean, and I even managed to wrestle up a decent costume -- nothing too fancy, though, just an Olde Time-styled vest paired with some other clothes that are vaguely period appropriate. So here I am, ignoring my poor man's

[un_gloved]

"No disco tonight?" Rogue asked with bright, wry little look, stopping to stand next to the web head and look out at the rest of the party goers.

[daretodo]

"How many mangoes do I hafta to give you to never mention that again?" I ask, shooting Rogue an annoyed glance.

[un_gloved]

She hmmed quietly, looking thoughtfully up at the ceiling.

"I'll let you know when I come up with a good solid number. Or a favor. Don't you worry your head about it, though."

[missingthekeep]

Big to-dos are still pretty far from being Sean's bag, but there are enough people that he genuinely likes among the bunch that this one's not so bad. Downright enjoyable, even. Even the theme is such that he can play along with it without feeling too foolish in a simple green and brown ensemble, complete with suspenders. He still feels out of place, getting lumped in with this particular crowd, but since the future seems to disagree with his assessment, he sucks it up.

Not too fancy and not too overblown, despite the fact that it's being held in a bloody mansion, if he were the partygoing type, this is the kind he'd make a point of seeking out. Drink in hand (not his first of the night and certainly not his last), Sean's making it a point to enjoy himself, and so far, it's actually going pretty well.