15281/It's a Birthday Too

It's a Birthday Too
Date of Scene:	04 July 2023
Location:	Atlantic Ocean Coastline
Synopsis:	Avengers and SHIELDies gather for the 4th and to cook out on Cap's birthday.
Cast of Characters:	Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Lara Croft, Daisy Johnson, Loki, Bobbi Morse, Janet van Dyne

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Steve Rogers has posed:
With the help of some Avengers allies, Steve was able to locate a private stretch of beach that would let them host a little gathering there. Part of the team are still back in the mansion, guarding Rick Jones. But those who aren't on duty get a little bit of time to relax, enjoy Independence Day, and make fun of Steve for turning 105 this year.

There are some wave runners, boogie boards and wind surfing boards on the shore for use. Music is playing and grills have been set up, Steve just getting some food going on them. There are coolers with drinks, beach chairs for people, and a bonfire set up but not yet lit as it is still plenty sunny.

Across the water, the fireworks of New York will be visible later in the evening.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
THe beach is probably a loaner from Janet. Tony probably owns several small islands but forgets which ones they are, which leaves them in Pepper's care. Any other ally that likely owns thier own island likely is on Genosha or in Europe. Going to Genosha has it's own issues and Britain is not known for it's amazing sunny weather.
    Natasha is there sitting over in one of the beach chairs, having something to drink that's very spicy smelling, exotic, and yet that is really hard to specifically identify just -what- sort of beverage it is or it's origin.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara, and her German Shepherd Max, stride down the beach after a walk to stretch their legs, to enjoy the nice weather, and to explore a bit of this lovely serene locale. Wearing a two piece swimsuit, a loose shirt thrown over that, a large sun guard hat, and a pair of designer sunglasses, Lara looks the part of a happy beach goer, with her canine companion wearing an American flag bandana tied around his neck. The irony here is that Lara is wearing a swimsuit adorned with Union Jack artwork strewn across the fabric that covers her form, though her loose fit shirt worn over it helps somewhat conceal it, even if the winds coming off the water are trying to give away the British woman's true sinister presence here!

With a smile on her lips, she approaches where Steve is, with Max panting heavily as they arrive and she leans up to kiss him on the cheek. "Happy birthday." She says to him for about the twentieth time today, her voice soft and soothing as she gives his right shoulder a soft squeeze.

Turning toward the festivities of the party, Lara finds herself a drink from one of the coolers and offers waves to those who have arrived since she left on her walk with the well behaved dog staying close to her side as he too eyes all the new comers... Thankfully he's very well trained though!

Daisy Johnson has posed:
What better way to celebrate the 4th of July than with a party? And with it being Captain America's actual birthday party?! Of course that Daisy found a way to INFILTRATE said party, because who would miss an opportunity to hang around with some Avengers? But more importantly hang out with some FRIENDS.

She came dressed to the occasion, of course. A nice blue white and red bikini star spangled all over. Not the exact flag but alluding to it. A long scarf is wrapped around her waist and a pair of shades are on her eyes, she having been taking a sunbath or three, perhaps with the intention of turning into a lobster.

She picks herself up to her feet when she spots Lara returning from her walk, stretching and grinning their way. "Great party, thank you for inviting me." then her gaze softening towards the Cap. "And happy birthday."

Loki has posed:
'Fireworks of New York will be visible later in the evening' is true. However... There are some. Now. Despite it being daytime.

Magic doesn't /care/ about such things as daytime. Several spiraling, strange firework coils leave the surface of the water, dangling in the air, then shooting into smaller stars, smaller pockets of white, green. More of them spring, like playful firework dolphins, splashing into nothing, then leaping airborne suddenly high, to explode in sparks of intensity. None of it looks particularly dangerous: dolphins of sparkles don't usually cause panic.

With that suitable distraction of illusory fireworks underway, Loki has appeared. He has a chair under the main umbrella, a very relaxed demeanor, and wearing something that's boarderline beachy-- more like light tone resort-wear, leather sandals, black sunglasses, hair swept in a deliberately clean ponytail. He's recognizable: but most don't immediately think that Loki would be out of his battle regalia, that most assume he's always in. He finishes his 'attire' with some kind of reddish liquor in a glass. He'd fit in more at some private spa.

Loki offers a toast to Natasha, as if he'd always been there, and hadn't just now materialized out of nothing, chair and all.

"Too early for fireworks," Loki decides.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
"I sent you the location ping..." Bobbi is still on the phone just slightly away from the people gathering. "Lance. How can you jump from a plane and land in enemy territory in exactly the right spot but not find a private beach?? ... no it's right at the gas station."

A hand is going to her forehead, "I told you he likes you. Steve likes everybody. Well - nearly everybody." There's a pause, "105, but not really. Frozen remember... did you see the broken tree or not?"

An eyeroll as she hangs up the phone and tosses it over to her towel laid out across the sand. Casual Bobbi edition is on the beach today. "That man is a menace..." A huff as she flops down on the towel and reaches over to the cooler to take out a jim and coke in a can.

Steve Rogers has posed:
For his part, Steve is wearing navy blue swim trunks and a pair of sunglasses. As Lara comes over, he greets her with a smile, slipping an arm about her waist briefly to return a soft nuzzled kiss to her temple.

"I'll do my best not to burn the food," Steve tells her. "Though if anything does burn, it goes to the British sympathizers in our midst," he teases before looking up to greet Daisy Johnson as she arrives.

"Daisy, glad you were able to make it," he tells her. "I think you probably know everyone-" he manages, before the fireworks unexpectedly shoot up out of the water. Steve looks on, surprised, and then glancing around during it as if to try to tell who might have brought the surprise pyrotechnics.

Eyes falling on Loki, Steve keeps his expression in place. "Or almost everyone," he finishes to Daisy.

Steve meets eyes with the seated Loki. "Loki. Is that the only kind of surprises we've got in store for us today?" he asks.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
She'd made a point of letting the others know that Loki was coming (if he felt like it) since she had no idea if he would actually show or not. Or actually she may have not actually done so. She was allowed her bits of amusement. If Stephen was going to be celebrating, then she could have her fun and remind people that she got through this year by year, none of that silly thing with being on ice. Still, as the fireworks go off Natasha looks amused for just a moment. She would glance over at the interactions and there would be a quick look of amusement on her face that probably Daisy and Bobbi could tell was there.
    "He's interested in.. Working wiht us so I thoght it would be a good time for him to socialize and engage with us." Oh yes, there's definitely a low buzz of amusement coming from her for those that can read her tells.

Lara Croft has posed:
The comment from Steve about the burnt food gets a grin from the British woman. "Yeah, yeah. sins of our fathers, so on and so forth..." She groans out in a playful tone before the little arrival show that Loki puts on does draw her attention, as does the man himself. 'Curious,' Lara considers to herself before cracking open a bottle of hard cider.

Her dog gives Loki a measuring stare, brown eyes shooting daggers at the God of Mischief from the ten or fifteen feet away that he is, but he otherwise just stands beside Lara's right leg, dutifully guarding her as he was ever trained to do.

"Daisy, Bobbi. I'm glad you made it. Can I help you get anything? We have all kinds of drinks, and I believe Steve is preparing the entire meat section from the market." She jests as she sees them settling in on their own. "Is everyone ready for fireworks?" She has to ask too, casting her sunglasses-covered eyes about the group here tonight.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet is reclining perhaps slightly closer to the cooler than Bobbi is, and helpfully reaches in to grab a drink and offer it up to Bobbi. And then her other hand lifts as well, holding a rum and coke in a bottle. "Be a dear, open mine, too?" she asks, and beams up at Bobbi from behind her dark designer shades. She's in a vaguely 60s-inspired red swimsuit, the briefs riding low and straight across her hips and the cross-cinched halter top doing some aesthetic but not terribly swim-friendly things to her busom. The floppy straw hat she's wearing probably cost as much as a new horse saddle, wearing her JVD logo. The coconut oil on her body brings out deep bronze undertones in her tanned skin, growing darker by the moment in the sun. "How lost is Lance? I can send Arthur to go fetch him," she offers, and gestures vaguely at her ever-present PA. The lanky, blonde-haired fellow is wearing board shorts and an unbuttoned beach shit, and positioned in such a way to make it clear he's not part of the festitivities. At the mention of his name, he turns to look over his shoulder and flashes Bobbi a ready smile and nod.

Janet seems less perturbed by Loki than she is by Lara. There's nothing overtly hostile there, though if anyone could see behind her lenses, they'd catch Janet giving Lara a weighing look as she crosses the crowd.

Daisy Johnson has posed:
"Don't tell anyone ..." Daisy eyebrow waggling all mysteriously, "... but that's my superpower. I -know- everyone." and it's true, really. If anything Daisy just has that penchant to making friends everywhere. And enemies too. But it's the friends that count! She just isn't sure who that guy is that is chatting up the Black Widow now. And was that chair even there a bit ago. Eh, maybe she has had one too many caipirinhas by now.

"It's great to be here though." She grinning at Steve, then looking at Lara, "So who's jumping out of the cake this year?" it followed by a wink before her attention goes to her OLD friend Bobbi Morse herself.

"Well, well, hadn't seen you in such a long time that I thought you had retired." bit of a tease to her tone, "I see you still can't drag Lance out anywhere. Knowing him he probably stopped for a drink and then just started chatting up the bartender."

Loki has posed:
Steve's question is very direct and bladed. "Was that really a surprise? Fireworks on the 4th of July?" Loki wonders thoughtfully. It's not fully sarcastic, but the question was funny to him. "I didn't bring any gifts, no." Because surpise = gift, it seems, for Loki's lexicon of the time being. Loki decides on how he feels about things on the fly, in his own chaotic manner.

For now, there's no threat here, nothing even for a concerned dog to react to. Besides, Loki is usually good with animals of all sorts. In fact, he's probably nicer to the dog than some of the humans present, and makes a little motion to the animal, with some illusory scent the normal humans won't pick up on. (Steve, though, may smell bacon. Sorry super-sniffer...)

"I'll leave shortly, and spare you the stress of /wondering/ if I meant that, though." It's calm, observational, and mostly at Steve. Loki is going well out of his way, perhaps, to appear mellow and So Innocent.

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi finger waggles Lara and then hmms and opens up the second one for Janet and hands it back. "Please. Lance is as exactly lost as he wants to be so he doesn't have come to socialise. He likes the idea of hanging out with Steve, but not the reality of being around a bunch of people he doesn't know well."

She raises a critical eyebrow over the ridge of her yellow sunglasses. The swimsuit is slick because she already went in the water. If her phone hadn't rung she'd probably still be in it. She takes a sip of the rum and coke.

"Yeah.." She states as she notices Janet is watching Loki. "So that just happened." She sits up cross legged and wonders out loud, "What's his deal these days. Just wants to hang out with his brother more may be?"

The way Daisy delivers that 'well well' is such a tell. "How long have you been holding on to that one? you didn't just make it up on the spot." She snap points to Daisy and smirks. "I'm sure he'll find some road side hole and make best friends with the proprietor in no time and then meet back home and be all arms and shoulders 'I'm sorry I got lost and couldn't make it I hope you had a good time'... So no - screw him. He can enjoy his alone drunk time with some guy called Marv with a moustache and tattoos that hide all the knife wounds."

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve Rogers doesn't try to make any pretenses of trusting Loki, though he seems alright with his presence. At least while he behaving appropriately. Not invading anywhere. At the moment.

"Help yourself to a drink. Might not be quite as strong as you're used to," he tells Loki, before turning his attention back to the grill, where the burgers and hot dogs, brats and chicken are sizzling and needing to be turned. "Food will be up shortly," he announces to everyone.

The Beach Boys come over the speakers. Steve probably let Clint pick out music appropriate for a 4th of July beach party for him. "Well I hope he makes it, Bobbi. And feel free to tell him that," he says. "Been awhile since I've seen him. I think we went out for a beer after work one day was the last time," he reminisces.

Steve turns and digs in a bag, pulling out a frisbee. He motions with it to get Lara's attention, and that of her dog, and then tosses it over to her.

Natasha Romanoff has posed:
Natasha Romanoff would listen to the music being played, an dthere's just enough of a shift in her body language to be 'really'? She would go to chuckle over at Bobbi for just a moment, going to sit up and over from her seat to glance at the other teammates and comrades present. "Well, happy birthday, Captain Rogers. May this one be a relaxing but memorable one." As the frisbee starts to get thrown around, she goes to just take another pull of her drink and go to watch things going on. "I do hope that Banner can make it." At least with her occasional nudging of the hopefully not-mad Doctor into socializing more. And Loki.. Makes for some amusement over what would otherwise be a rather tedious affair.

Lara Croft has posed:
Max's eyes remain locked on Loki as he picks up on the scent of bacon? It confuses the dog, causing his tall pointed ears to twitch, his head to tilt to the side a little and a melodic whine to escape from his mouth. With his tongue already hanging out the side of his mouth, he seems to be salivating a bit more than he was before.

Lara, meanwhile, shows a small smile to Daisy as she takes a seat on the edge of one of the lounge chairs near to where Janet is relaxing. To Daisy, Lara lightly laughs. "I have the giant cake waiting back home. I'll crawl in it once we're back and Steve is in the shower, hopefully not to be misplaced and destined to become a relic for the rest of time..." She says in a tone of her Briton-flavored voice with a happy edge dancing within it.

Lara's eyes go to Bobbi next as she pulls her hat off her head, setting it down beside her so that Janet can easily see that it TOO is marked with a 'JVD' logo upon it, marking Lara a customer of her product!

"I'm sorry he wasn't able to make it. There is no better way to begin to know people, than coming to social gatherings and speaking to them..." She says with a soft smirk designed specifically for that of Mr. Hunter. "But to each their own... I certainly have avoided a lot of parties myself for similar reasons."

To JANET then, Lara smiles. "I love your swimsuit. It's much more stylish than the one I specifically picked out just to raise some alarms here today." She tells the fashionista, since her own visibly wears the flags of the enemies to this holiday... at least once upon a time.

When the frisbe comes her way, Lara reaches a hand up to catch it, causing Max to sweep his stare to her, and away from Loki finally. She wavers it in front of his nose causing him to snap on to its edge and playfully try to pull it from her grasp! It only takes him a few tugs before he does just-so too, causing Lara to have to stand up, and reach over to grab it again, which has the dog pulling her back to her feet entirely.

Tug of war initiated!

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Hmm? Oh, him?" Janet glances back at Bobbi, then follows her focus to Loki. "I don't know. Guy's slippery-ier than a bag of snakes. I like him," she declares, and flashes a grin at Bobbi. "I like it. Too many boy scouts and preachy moralists in this group anyway. I like someone who doesn't make it clear where he stands. Keeps us on our toes."

Oh look, Lara's joining them. She's prepared to be indifferent until Lara both flashes some brand loyalty, *and* compliments Janet on her outfit. "This old thing?" Janet plucks at her swimsuit, which probably cost as much as a rent on midtown apartment. "Yeah, it was gonna be part of a retro line, but our focus groups couldn't commit to it enough to make a full run of them. I had some of the prototypes resized for me. We'll see if I can't bring the classic bikini back."

Loki has posed:
The offer of drink gets an amused lift of Loki's mostly empty glass. He'll consider it. Or consider ramping up whatever it is that is being offered to something he likes. Either way, he won't necessarily spike the drinks or do any 'gifts' of any sort. He's here to soak in what exactly is happening, without really interfering. Loki's quite good at being invisible, when he chooses to be, after all.

Loki seems to wait until a moment when he isn't being directly watched or observed ---, to fade out. Chair and all. Whether or not that actually means Loki is /gone/ may be another question entirely. He may still be around -- if he was actually ever REALLY there.

Illusory 'ghosts,' after all... nobody actually touched him to confirm that...

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi wrinkles her nose and nods to Steve, "That is more his speed. A quiet beer with a colleague." She's clearly in the 'Lance is annoying me' phase again. Anyone who has known Bobbi and Lance for long enough can recognise the signs. It's part of their compromise and marriage now though. One of the reasons she joined the Avengers in the first place. Distance is healthy for their relationship.

"I'll tell him." Boy howdy will she tell him. The tint of her voice is a thinly veiled threat in Lance's distant direction. She shrugs to Lara. "He's doing it deliberately. No one is that incompetent at finding places with modern mapping software in cars."

Bobbi's eyes light up watching Lara play with her dog Max. Her two dogs shared with Lance are back home up state. "What a cutie," she remarks and then takes another long drink from the can.

Conversation about Loki returns, "I don't think I've ever talked to him before. But anyone we can't lock up for their crimes makes me nervous. We have to rely on the good graces of Asgard - and apparently they've forgiven him. At least when a foreign diplomat screws us we can kick them out. This guy can go where-ever he wants when-ever he wants." She doesn't sound so convinced. "Hey Steve. What does a man of 105 want for his birthday anyway?" She glances back toward Loki and ... he's gone.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve Rogers finishes flipping the burgers, keeping an eye on the food and everything else. He flashes a few smiles to people, grateful that they took the time to come out. Soon he's adding cheese, or bacon to burgers as anyone might have requested, and then beginning to transfer other items to plates for people.

"Oh, same thing everyone wants," he replies to Bobbi. "Brooklyn Dodger tickets?" He's maybe a few decades too late if he wants to watch them playing for New York instead of for Los Angeles.

Steve picks up the plate, and grabs his beer to take a swig from as he carries the food over to where everyone is at, away from the smoke of the grill. "Was hoping Peggy and the little one might make it, but sounds like he was having a rough day," Steve comments.

Lara Croft has posed:
Lara is back on her bare feet in the sand, toes digging in to help keep her grip on the frisbee with both hands now as her dog pulls on it with his tooth filled muzzle! Finally Lara yanks it from the dog's mouth, and takes several quick steps back before she winds up... and tosses it before her dog can tackle her to try and get it back. And like a shot out of a gun, the brown and black German Shepherd is headed out toward the water before curving to the south as the wind takes the frisbee with it!

Lara raises her right hand up to shield her eyes from the sun coming in from the west, as she watches her dog chasing after the disc. "He's been quite a handful." Lara replies to Bobbi commenting on him. "But a fun one, to be sure."

Max leaps in the air, snags the frisbee before it can land, then starts shaking it side to side where he stands, letting it know who's boss here at the beach.

When Lara turns around again she notes Lokie has vanished, which has her look about for a moment but she's soon to see Steve getting the food ready to hand out, and she moves to help him. She smiles at his commenting on the baseball tickets, and chimes in a second later. "For me, I'd just like at least a day of him not being shot at. But maybe that's more of a gift for me, than for him?" She asks as she gathers up some of the food now too to hand out to those wishing to eat here this evening.

To Janet though, Lara looks toward her as she prepares some of the fixings. "I'm all for the classics coming back though, Miss VAn Dyne. In fact, the other night we were watching one of the old James Bond films, and there was a really lovely classic style swimsuit in it not unlike what you're wearing now. It reminds me of how great style has been, even decades upon decades ago... Part of me fears we're losing that too, somehow, but maybe I'm just used to tanktops and hiking trousers."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet's pleasant smile doesn't move one iota, but Bobbi and Natasha wouldn't miss the sudden brittleness behind it in how Janet goes very still for a few beats after Lara casually mentions movie night with Steve.

"Funny you mention that, it's some of the inspiration I was going for," she says in an upbeat tone. "I feel like the emphasis on the legs downplays the proportions of the hips. We can't all be tall skinny blonde bitches," Janet observes, and reaches over to pinch at the backside of Bobbi's thigh above her knee. She cackles wickedly and sits back, curling her feet closer and sitting up on one hip. "Though one one these days, Bobbi, you -are- working my summer line," she threatens that notable. "I bet I can bully Lance into helping me convince you."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi's eyes track down to the pinching spot and then stares at Janet. Supersoldiers. They don't react like regular folk to things like pinches. "Oh my bad. Ouch Ow Oh No Please Stahp..." She smirks as a touch of revenge for being objectified by Janet.

"The world would be a better place if we all jumped off the fashion treadmill." Empty words, she'll never jump off the fashion treadmill. "Are you sick of having professional stick insects model your clothes Janet?"

She rises up smoothly and walks over to Steve and the Barbeque. "The thing about Lance," she explains, "is that he takes bribes." That's all she has to say about that. Throwing her husband a bone there. "Doesn't it seem like the world stumbles from one disaster to another lately. Almost like the end of days is approaching and the only thing holding it back are a handful of people with beyond normal abilities."

She stops waxing poetically and shoots a 3-pointer to the plastic garbage bag with her empty and then motions to Janet with a 'throw me another' sign. "I don't think you want to see Los Angeles play Steve. They're not the Dodgers you knew."

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve Rogers stays out of the fashion conversation. Jeans and a sweater is about as much as he prefers to dress up, in winter, though he'll put on a suit when duty calls for it. Still his clothing is pretty relaxed, even when there was a volume of JVD labels there, it was the less trendy items.

Once the food is passed around, Steve takes a seat. "I think every generation thinks things are even crazier for them than they were for the previous ones," he comments before stopping to take a bite.

He looks thoughtful while he finishes chewing it, then saying, "And maybe it is. Though everyone felt the times they were living in were pretty crazy. Whether an entire world at war for 6 years, or... men from other planets. Still takes people who are going to stand up for doing what's right," he comments back to Bobbi, giving a small shrug and then a soft smile.

Lara Croft has posed:
By the time Lara has finished offering out any food with Steve, she's on her way back to the lounge seats and sits down beside Steve. When Janet settles back in, she'll find a frisbee that may or may not be covered in slobbery and sand being pushed at her by a dog with pleading eyes.

Lara is sampling some of the food she gathered for herself, and brushing her loose bangs out of her face as they're sent about her head by the wind coming up from the ocean waters.

"I've had a lot to learn about Baseball myself." She notes, with a glance toward Steve. "I'm starting to see it's many appeals though." She says as she dabs one of the fries in a bit of ketchup on the edge of her paper plate.

What Bobbi says to Janet has her grinning, but she doesn't add to it, she does at least say to Janet though. "I find your business to be a fascinating one though, Miss Van Dyne. Even if I grew up denying my parents wishing me to wear designer clothing, fancy dressers, and the like. What you do is an intriguing mixture of keeping classic designs relevent, while also skirting the ever edges of future progression in the psychology of what people enjoy today. It's an interesting field, if one that is yet still quite foreign to me."

She shows another light smile before she glances toward Bobbi. "You should have us all over to your place some time, Bobbi. Lance couldn't escape us then." She notes with a grin cast to her fellow SHIELD member.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet powers down the rest of her rum and coke, crushes it with the deceptive strength in her slender arms, and tosses it over her head to Bobbi to get an assist for Bobbi's next lay-up. Helpfully, Janet then digs out two more drinks, and tosses a fresh chilled cocktail at Bobbi. "Heads!" she calls.

Janet cracks her into a fresh one herself-- instant pina colada!-- and can't help but roll her eyes slightly at Steve when he Makes A Speech. She can't begrudge him that too much, though, it is America's Birthday.

"Why thank you, Lady Croft," she bids Lara primly. "I'm certainly fond of it myself. Some people only see the art, some people only see the business side. My brand's flourishing because I can do both. That means constant innovation, one can't sit back on their laurels and expect to stay relevant next fashion season. Right now we own about 15% of the global luxury market-- I'm trying to acquire an Indian startup that wants to break into the luxury timepiece market. Steal some share from LVMH and Swatch group," she says with a shrug of one shoulder. "But the JVD Clothing line is what pays our bills every year."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
Bobbi is not going to let Janet down. Not when she needs an assist. Besides, no one ever gets to see her sick kicks normally. It's always in battle in tight corridors of a HYDRA base or something similar. All the best footage of her is locked away in secret SHIELD data vaults.

And so she does a spinning flip kick on Janet's tossed crumpled can straight in to the plastic bag. "And the crowd goes wild..." She spreads out her hands and does a small run in a circle to her imaginary adoring fans. Then she catches the replacement drink. Bobbi is quite knowledgable of Football aka Soccer thanks to Lance.

Of course. Food. She puts together a burger for herself and hmms to Steve. "Not having done much time travel I can't rightly say but. May be this is the new normal. Which is sort of terrible. But okay.."

She grins a moment at Lara, "You have too much trust. He'd find a way. But you're welcome over to the Addams Estate any time you want." Secret identities on top of secret identities. Bobbi and Lance are Addams's in their local upstate community.

Steve Rogers has posed:
Steve went with a hamburger and a hot dog, eating it while he listens to Lara and Janet talk about the fashion business. "I never knew how Janet does it," he finally adds in. "I don't think I have enough creativity in me, that even if I was good at it, I could keep finding new things, different ways of presenting things or... well. I was always a bit amazed by it," he says.

The man's bottle of beer is picked up where he's set it down to let the sand hold it. He brushes the bottom of it and then takes a swig of the beer. "We've got the jetskis and waverunners too if anyone is feeling like hitting the water," he mentions, motioning over to where they are pulled up on the sand.

Lara Croft has posed:
With one disinterested person not wanting to play frisbee, Max the Shepherd moves on to the next, ending up beside Bobbi right as she finishes her fancy spin kick. The dog just stands there with his tail wagging and the frisbee hanging from his front teeth. He does chase after the can that Bobbi kicked but once it vanishes in the waste bin he gives up and comes back to try and lure the woman in to tossing his frisbee for him.

Lara takes a sip of her apple cider beverage before smiling toward Janet faintly. "Well, I am a silent investor in one restaurant here in New York now... but if you're ever looking for additional investors for any future business plans, feel free to reach out. I'd be interested." She states softly before she sees that spin kick, and laughs softly at it. "Nice moves." The British woman offers.

Another of her delicious wedge fries is enjoyed before Lara casts her gaze then to the sea faring vehicles Steve mentions. She looks back at him with a big smile, and a playful expression. "I'd enjoy a race. Probably not as memorable as the snow mobiles were, but still would be fun to get out there before the sun is down and the show begins."

Bobbi Morse has posed:
With a mouth full of burger she looks down at Max. He has such big hopeful eyes. The drink is put aside and the tug of war commences. You don't get to throw the thing until you've won the tug of war. She'd never let her dogs get away with this but .. well it's not her dog.

She swishes his head from side to side to get those ears flapping and watches that tail wagging wildly. Playful growling because this game is -the best-, but so is the fetch game so really everything is -the best-. That's why Bobbi likes dogs. Lance too.

"Jet ski's and fireworks. Hell yeah now that's a 4th of July Steve Rogers birthday party!" She angles and tugs the frisbee from the doggo's mouth and gives it a hefty toss down the beach and watches as Max goes barrelling after it. "Just as soon as I've finished this burger." Nom.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet lifts a brow at Lara's offer, even going so far as to peek at her over the rim of her sunglasses. "...I could probably work something out," she admits, finally. "Depending on how much you have in the way of leverageable assets. We're a publicly traded company, of course, JVD on the NASDAQ. If you're looking to broker a partnership, though, we'd have to sit down and hammer out some details. Arthur," she calls over her shoulder, "make sure you get Lady Croft's number before we leave today. You call her people and set something up," she orders him.

Without waiting for his confirmation she looks back over at Bobbi and Steve, and exhales in amused exhaustion. "You two go have fun racing. I'm going to sit here with Natasha and the others and work on my tan," she informs the two blondes. And then makes a point of leaning her shoulders back against the chaise lounge and wriggling comfortably into the warm fabric.