somethingwithturquoise | Summer's 21st Birthday Portal Pub Crawl Mega-Post! Saturday Night [06/19].

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Summer's 21st Birthday Portal Pub Crawl Mega-Post! Saturday Night [06/19].

Considering that Summer had first hatched this idea all the way back in March and even got a few of the wheels in motion for it back then, it was almost a little hard to believe that it was finally here (with a...few hitches and drama here and there, but what would a Summer party be without some drama attached, right?), it was finally her birthday and it was finally her twenty-first. Most young women in her position might plan for a big night with a few bars to really work the fact that they were finally twenty-one to the bone, but most young women didn't have easy portal access and a whole country pretty much at their wily little now-legal fingertips.

Starting, of course, with that old chestnut that supported not only her underage drinking habits but also her bank account, in the place that made most of this possible, Fandom Island's own Caritas! Summer was, of course, bringing jello shots, but don't expect to stay too long, because it wouldn't take much time for their first portal to be ready, and then it's off for a very long, very rambling, cross-country night that, probably by bar five, Summer probably won't remember anyway! Good thing she had plenty of mostly-sober friends who could maybe record some of it for posterity and memory's sake!

[[ THE EPIC OCD IS NOW UP!

if you're 21 and older and/or not a student, and you've ever breathed in the same air in a close proximity to Summer, she's probably extended an invitation to you, so feel free to jump in. The Caritas post when it goes up can also be great for recruitment!

All the stops outside of Fandom except for the Baltimore bar and Lucifer's club are in Summer's dimension, as well, which has been invaded by aliens a few times and is used to weird shit, so any non-standard-human traits would not raise any eyebrows if there's any concerns there!

Lemme know if there's any questions, everything but Caritas and the Devil's Nest NFB for distance, obviously, and I spent way too much time on this, this is my life ]]

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Stark's pockets had been fairly empty when the night started. They were full now. He'd certainly noticed that.

"It is," he agreed firmly. And not just because he was drunk or because his date was now sitting in his lap though the latter definitely helped. He wrapped one arm around her, just in case she needed steadying. "Glad you came."

The drunkenness and the lap-sitting were both pretty great. And also, seriously, she'd made soooooo much money tonight.

"Me too," she replied, sliding an arm around Stark's shoulders -- because yeah, actually, she did need steadying, that was true. But also she would have maybe done it anyway, given that she had reached a very affectionate point in her drinking. "Where are we?"

She had kind of lost track. To be fair, a lot of these destinations were totally underwater in Faye's time.

"California?" Stark said uncertainly. "I think. Somewhere I've never been. Somewhere else. Never been anywhere we've been tonight. Well I've been there now but I haven't been there before and I haven't been here before."

Oh look, he was babbling now. But maybe Faye needed his other arm around her as well. Just in case.

You know, she did need that other arm around her. And it was inspiring Faye -- who was absolutely into the handsy sort of portion of the evening -- to trail a hand along Stark's shoulder before idly reaching up to smooth her fingers over the buckle at his neck. Just all the affectionate little touches from Faye, right now.

"You talk a lot sometimes," she observed, and you know what, affectionate touches were going to lead to kisses, now. Hopefully he didn't mind.

Stark did talk a lot sometimes. Keeping his mouth occupied in other ways was an excellent way to put a stop to that, so good job Faye.

He shivered a little at the fingers on his neck and made a soft, pleased noise at the kiss.

"Don't mean to," he murmured. "It just happens. Sometimes. Not always."

"S'okay, I like it," Faye assured him with a little smile. "I like you."

And it had only taken a truly ridiculous amount of alcohol for her to actually say that out loud, where Stark could hear it.

At least she knew she'd been sending some very mixed signals. That was something, right?

They had been some mixed signals. Although growing less mixed as time went on. At least a bit. Decidedly less mixed at this particular moment.

He was going to kiss her, this time. That seemed like an excellent way to respond to that statement.

It was the best way to respond, and it actually would help Faye tomorrow when she realized that she'd actually used her words like a grownup and hadn't been rejected.

Granted, it was kind of worse that she hadn't been rejected, but that was a crisis for another day, since for now Faye was still drunk and pretty happy at the moment. And now she was smiling into that kiss before she pulled back, just a little. She wasn't going far.

"I'm bad at this," she explained, helpfully. "And most people are terrible."

"I don't think you're terrible," Stark said softly. He hoped that was obvious.

"I try not to be."

"You're not," Faye assured him, probably more emphatically than she needed to. "Least, I don't think so. Still figuring it out."

And normally, Faye would try to do a better job of remaining mysterious or whatever, since she kind of thrived on being unclear, but she'd had way too many drinks for that. "I kind of am, though. Fair warning."

"I try not to be," Stark repeated. "And I don't think you are. Known plenty of terrible people. Too many. You're not."

At least she hadn't given him any reason to think so.

Yet! It was probably just a matter of time. Faye was pretty sure she let down pretty much everyone she knew, constantly.

"I am," she repeated softly, and she leaned in to kiss him again before he could argue otherwise, because they were really going to get absolutely nowhere on that.

Though she was slowly starting to actually believe that Stark really wasn't terrible. At all. She had just been burned very, very badly before, and it was hard to let go of that.

"You're trying to keep me from arguing," Stark accused.

He did not sound like he minded, particularly. But he still didn't agree.

"And you're weirdly perceptive," Faye argued, smiling.

She also did not really mind. It was one of the things she liked about him.

"And you're still not terrible." So there, Faye.

"Even if you're trying to keep me quiet. Or filling my pockets with things."

"I've made a killing tonight," Faye shared, her eyes gleaming as she nimbly reached into her bra and flashed a neat little set of folded bills at him before replacing them. Look at all the fun you got to have on a date with Faye, Stark! Being an accessory to so much theft.

"And I appreciate you letting me borrow your pockets," she added, shifting a little to press a light kiss to his cheek. And she would have no problem drunkenly demonstrating that appreciation for the rest of the night. (Hopefully at some point with a closed door involved, but you know, after this many drinks, Faye wasn't all that picky.)

Stark probably ought to object to being an accessory to all that theft. He probably ought to have objected earlier. He hadn't.

"Just...don't get caught. Don't get me caught." That might constitute being terrible. "Nobody's getting caught. Be careful. Please."

"I don't get caught," Faye assured him confidently.

That was patently untrue, but it would take longer to explain that when she did get caught, she always got out of it.

"And I wouldn't let you get caught, anyway. Never," she added, and again, that was a bit more sentimental than she'd allow herself to openly be without the aid of all of those drinks, but what was alcohol for if not to allow those with ridiculously heavy walls up to occasionally let them down?

"Good," Stark said. "Good. That's good. Don't want you caught. Don't want me caught or anybody caught. Nobody."

Stark had had more than enough of that already. And he was starting to babble again.

"Shh." And while Faye kind of thought the babbling was cute, she also was more than happy to stop it with more kissing.

They could totally just kind of make out in this karaoke bar for awhile, maybe. While being serenaded by other drunk people, but Faye kind of didn't care.

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