SUPER BARBECUE SUPER BARBECUE SUPER BARBECUE [open as heck]

[hugling]

Who: SUPER HEROES!!!!!
Where: Ernest E. Debs Regional Park!
When: Sunday!
What: SUPER BARBECUE
Warnings: Superheroes...



It's a pleasant evening at Ernest E. Debs Regional Park, just a couple miles from downtown LA, which can be seen through the haze. Late March means spring is just arriving in LA and the trees are just starting to bud. Unfortunately, the grass is still kind of dead and dry.

The barbecue and picnic area isn't too busy, though the park does have the usual assortment of joggers, dog walkers, and cyclists. There are some balloons tied to picnic tables, and strung between two trees is a very homemade "SUPER BBQ" banner, courtesy of Hulkling and Starbreaker. There's still glitter glue on Milly's apartment floor. There's another posterboard with the rules written on it in big bold sharpie letters nearby, just in case anyone forgets:

• Don't be a jerk!!!
• Keep your weapons holstered please.
• Do not trash the park!
• ABSOLUTELY NO FIGHTING
• Anyone caught fighting will be asked to leave!
• Really don't be a jerk!

[OKAY GUYS!!! mingle! have fun! maybe some THINGS WILL HAPPEN, whoooo knows!]

Comments

[neonmonstrosity]

Did someone mention outrageous clothes?

Chris is having a grand time, (the three beers he's had already may be helping with that,) as he meanders over to the table in search of something starchy. He's distracted by the amount of food this dude is putting away in one go and kinda just... Observes for a moment before he actually says anything.

"Alright?" He's smiling, but also looking pretty astounded as he nods to the table in a 'holy shit how are you not exploding' kind of way.

[crotcharrow]

Tommy stops shovelling quite as copiously when he notices that he has an audience, and finishes his hotdog in a few bites before swallowing everything down without as much a belch. He looks at Chris almost like he's interrupted him doing something far worse, and frowns. Here come the 'where the hell do you even put it' questions.

"Yup," it's said with a brief shrug as he lifts an arm to swipe the crumbs away from his mouth. "You?"

[neonmonstrosity]

"Good, yeah." Ah, Chris knows that expression. He's worn it enough times. He's not exactly an expert with social graces, but Jal in particular is pretty good at letting him know when he's about to hit a topic that won't go well for him. And he's here to make friends, so.

(In hindsight, staring at the guy while he ate probably wasn't a good start.)

"Anything good?" He juts his chin in the direction of the food. If he's put away that much of it, he must surely have an opinion.

[crotcharrow]

Yeah, way to go Chris. Try not to stare at the guy stealing all the food as fast as he can.

Tommy gives a rough shrug, looking back over some of the empty containers he'd consumed the contents of.

"Uhh, the burgers are good?" he seems like he's not entirely sure.