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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!

PARTY AT MARSHALL! BURNING CHEMICALS OUTSIDE IN AN OLD OIL DRUM TO MAKE PRETTY COLORS! FOOD AND DRINKS! FREE "GOODS" TO AMERICAN CITIZENS! *WINK WINK*

AFTER PARTY AT DISSIMULO 1110. AND BY THAT I MEAN THE PARTY CONTINUES AT MY HOUSE FROM 4AM TO WHENEVER EVERYONE CRASHES FROM PARTYING TOO HARD.

YOU DON'T NEED TO BRING A PRESENT BUT I'D REALLY LIKE 'EM!

CHINA YOU ARE ONLY INVITED IF YOU HAVE FIREWORKS. NO TATSUMIS ALLOWED. I SEE YOU THERE, I WILL PUNCH YOU WITH MY FREEDOM FISTBLADE.

[ ooc: Since I'm lazy, I won't be setting up a log, but I'll have a comment at the top of this entry open for action. If you decide to throw a character at the "party," feel free to threadjack and talk with any other characters! Otherwise you're just stuck with America wallowing on you. You're also free to handwave it as "yeah they'll come by later and party with America all night awww yeah" since I'm sure everyone's busy for THE GREATEST DAY OF THE YEAR. Just let me know if you do want to handwave it!

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY FOOLS. ]

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[Steve wonders how drunk America currently is. Or he's just that excited to see him. Well, he's glad that he came to the party, now he can look after him in case anything happened.

Plus, he does enjoy eating the food.]

Thanks for inviting me. [He knows that America invited everyone, but it seemed the polite thing to say.] And letting me eat your food.

[ The answer is always not drunk enough. America sure thinks so, because he's opening a new beer. Not just any beer, but a treat: a bottled beer. He rips the cap off with his damn teeth like it ain't no thang. ]

You're always welcome to my food, Cap! My food's your food, my home's your home--literally and figuratively! Oh, you want anything else? Uh...

[ He side eyes the box of illicit things. Of course Steve is welcome to them, but somehow America feels as though an offer would be declined and Captain might scold him or something. And let's face it if Captain America ever shows disapproval or raise his voice, America would start bawling right then and there. ]

You're welcome to anything!

[Steve's a little worried that America is drinking more, but he smiles at his words.] ...I appreciate that, sir.

[And he looks over to the box.] What's in there?

[ Steve will quickly learn that alcohol is one of the safer things that America imbibes. Good news is that aside from poor coordination he's pretty coherent when drunk. ]

Uhhhhhhhhhh...

[ Almost reluctantly he brings it over to show off baggies of marijuana. He smiles warily, hopefully, hoping that Steve won't disapprove of him he craves your approval more than he craves Nixon's. ]

Ever tried weed? N-not that ya have to, 'course. Dunno if it'll even effect ya but it's a staple part of the new generation's diet, haha! It's great--helps ya free your mind and relax without any nasty side effects like addiction or poisoning! Aw man, when people get all up in arms about this, I'm just like, "man you should've seen it it was like in the 1860s! You don't know harmful 'til you've had a mixture of opium, lead, and chalk and chased it down with mercury! And that wasn't even recreational--that was medicine." Ehehehe...

[ He's just rambling and looking almost desperate for Steve to like him. ]

[Steve can't stop himself from frowning when he sees the marijuana in America's hands.]

I heard it was bad for you... [He remembers the public service announcements claiming that "marihuana" caused murder, insanity, and death.]

Edited 2012-07-26 08:22 (UTC)

[ NOOOO NOT THE FROWN. ]

Not any worse than cigarettes! Whoever says they're bad is just trying to save face or they're a total stiff. Or something. Yeah. Box's contents is pretty much open to the public by now...

[ He trails off and shifts uncomfortably. ]

[Still frowning a little.]

Cigarettes are bad? [They're still rationed to soldiers after all] I think the government said that marijuana was unhealthy.

Well, for the body. Not the soul. Same with marijuana.

And lemme tell ya something Cap. [ He swings his good arm around Steve's shoulders all buddy-buddy. ] Sometimes The Man tries to keep ya down--keep all sorts of people down. It ain't the American peoples' fault, of course. They're what makes me great! It's history's rotten infrastructure, ya dig? Countries like France and England and Spain had all this bad stuff set up with oppression and whatnot, and it screws over the younger ones like me and Germany. The ancients got the ball rolling and it's like I'm fucking Sisyphus, Steve. I try and shove that boulder of oppression away and it just rolls right back down.

Figuratively, I mean. I can lift a boulder no problem.

[ He has a far away look on his face. He is a million miles away. This is the effect of weed: barely coherent ramblings and friendship snugs. ]

[Steve wonders if this is the side effect of marijuana or it's America being America. He instantly feels bad about thinking of his own country like that though. Of course it was normal for people to be unhappy with the current president, like Hoover during the Depression, but it seems a little different when dealing with the actual embodiment of America.]

And you're opposing oppression by using marijuana? [He's not quite following the logic.] If there are oppressors, they need to be stopped.

[ America's smile grows tight. Sad. ]

Wish it was that simple. Harder to stop a mentality than a person.

[ Before he can think on that too long, he quickly brightens up. ]

But that's why the world needs people like you! No, more than just people like you, it needs you. Captain America! I'm just a country; I go with the flow of history and change as my people do. It takes humans to change things. Even just one.

[ America removes his hand from Steve's shoulder to prod him lightly over his heart. ]

The time I'm from is 1969. Rocky times, lots of challenges, especially to overcome oppression, but I try and focus on the positives. Big changes are happening. I know it takes time, but I've never been all that patient.

There's plenty of people like me, I'm sure of it. [He's just a kid from Brooklyn after all, so Steve smiles a little.] There's always people trying to do the right thing. A person doesn't need to be 'Captain America' to make a difference.

[He glances down at the finger prodding over his heart before looking back at America.]

And the fact that you're trying to overcome oppression... doesn't that mean the American people are still working towards that goal?

[ His grin broadens as he remembers the remarkable men and women (and the occasional animal) of his past who shined so brightly. He even remembers the ones who didn't make it into the history books. ]

True and true. [ Pausing for a sec, then he laughs ] You've gotta be the humblest hero I've ever met! Never quite something I've been able to master. One of the reasons why you're such an inspiration.

Have to say, you're one helluva birthday present, Steve! [ America pats him lightly on the back. ] I mean that in the best of non-creepy ways, of course.

[His own smile widens as well, glad that America is agreeing with him. He's a little embarrassed by the compliments, but Steve is glad that he's a positive influence.

He places a hand on America's shoulder, still smiling.]

Just keep standin' up. And I know you will.

[ America makes a high-pitched noise in the back of his throat when Steve's hand lands on his shoulder. It is a sound of glee. The sound of "I will forever revel in this moment of affirmation let me just take a minute to sear it into my memories forever." ]

Yessir. [ Whoops, his voice cracked like some kind of teenage boy. That's embarrassing. COUGH. ] Er, I mean, yeah. Thanks. I will.

[ Before he has another giddy freak-out about being in the same vicinity as Captain America, he takes a few deep breaths to calm himself and switches gears. ]

Say, I dunno what time you're from, but have ya heard the Beatles? That's who's playin' now on the record player. [ As he rambles he just casually puts the box back.......... ]

[Steve removes his hand and was about to ask if America was alright, when he suddenly asks about the Beatles.]

1943. Don't believe I've heard of 'em. [He looks at the record player] But they're pretty good.

[He notices America putting the box back.] Just be careful with that, okay? Or don't hand it to children.

Edited 2012-07-27 04:18 (UTC)

Ah. '43. [ He nods, seeming to be in though for a sec, then brightens back up. ] Well good news is there's a bright future ahead of ya!

Er. Right. I mean, no sir. I won't. [ America ducks his face to hide the guilty look on his face. WHOOPSSSSSS. ]

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