Mama dance on your birthday
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.
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.