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

[makethatwork]

Clint isn't sure about all this either, but hey, food! Not-takeout food! So he gets there (in his actual uniform, not the ridiculous thing he wears for official photoshoots that they put on the merchandise) and immediately heads to the picnic table.

The kid in green seems to be the king of the food at the moment, so it makes sense to talk to him.

"Hey, is there any half-assed potato salad or anything I should stay away from?"

[crotcharrow]

He knows there'll be heroes from all kinds of teams here--it's half of the reason he's on his toes so much--but when he sees the Alpha Force member making a beeline for him, it takes everything in him not to just bolt. He's gotta get a handle on that.

Tommy recognises this one--he was with Nomad during the whole cyborg dog thing--and that just makes him look even more irritated. The expression only falters when food is mentioned, and Tommy gives a small shrug.

"I dunno. I kinda don't taste food unless I'm really thinking about it."

[makethatwork]

"Go the garbage disposal route, huh?" Clint chuckles, and starts piling up his plate. "Fair enough. I think I didn't start tasting food until I was 19 or so. Probably for the best, carnie food isn't always very good. Lots of cabbage."

He's doing his best to be civil with this kid - he recognizes him, now that he's spoken, as the kid he and Nomad ran into, and that wasn't exactly the best of first impressions on either side.

Not to mention that Clint is well aware of how sometimes the Barnes-Carter-Walker extended not-entirely-related brood could come across as a little obnoxious with their ideals. Especially anyone who particularly took after Forrest. He loved them for it, but the younger ones like Rikki especially... well. Sometimes they were just very them.

"I don't think we really got proper introductions last time," he says casually. "I'm Clint. Sorry if Nomad wound you up, she can be a little over-enthusiastic in her heroing sometimes."

[crotcharrow]

Tommy gives a rough shrug, and watches him pile up his plate.

"Food is kinda fuel for me. I need to eat a lot of it. If I was tasting everything it would take forever," he starts, before shutting his mouth when Clint continued. Oh great. An adult trying to make a mends. His favourite.

At the mention of Rikki, he immediately looks more defensive, scowling just slightly as he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against a tree. Of Clint looks close, he might remind him of a certain other Alpha Force member, who has a twin sister and is currently on the moon.

"Over-enthusiastic? She broke my nose." He pulls his goggles off to reveal the black eye he's sporting, and huffs like an angry cat.