Log; Open; Ongoing;

[thewildone]

When; October 16th, evening
Rating; PG-13, possibly R in certain threads
Characters; Time Bomb, friends, guests of friends, random people Curt ran into on the street, and party crashers
Summary; Rain or shine--or total lack of shine--the album release party is going forward.
Log;Curt probably could have managed to throw a larger party, but he didn't really want one, and the half of the bar they've rented out is filling up fast enough as it is. He's gone for his shiny silver pants tonight, because it is a celebration, and a romantically flowing white shirt because that covers up the bandages on his arms. Tonight is a night for many people to get very drunk and listen to the album many times. If there's some use and abuse of newly acquired superpowers along the way, so be it. (It is secretly Curt's birthday too.)

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[totallyinaband]

[Stephen still has a finger hooked into Curt's belt loop, so it's too easy to just pull him closer and kiss him. He pulls back after a moment.]

Happy Birthday.

And at the very least, I'm not letting you pay for any drink tonight.

[thewildone]

[Curt leans into the kiss and then settles back against the bar, smiling.]

Thanks.

And I won't argue that.

[totallyinaband]

Good. I'd hate to have to argue with the birthday boy.

[thewildone]

You better not. But really, everyone should be buying us drinks. It's our celebration and all.

[totallyinaband]

We need richer friends, clearly.

[thewildone]

Clearly. Hey, do you want to see me blow something up?

[totallyinaband]

As long as it's not me or anything I'm wearing.

[thewildone]

I won't blow you up, I'm fond of you.

[Curt things for a moment.]

Maybe a peanut. Peanuts burn nicely.

[totallyinaband]

Thanks, man. Glad to know you care.

[Stephen takes another swig of bear and leans back to enjoy the show.]

[thewildone]

[Curt places peanut on the bar and holds his fingers to his temples in a needlessly dramatic fashion. A moment later the peanut bursts with a small flash and a popping noise, the remains burning for a moment longer.]

Ta da!

[totallyinaband]

[Dramatic slow-motion clapping. You has it now.]

[thewildone]

I am Curt, destroyer of legumes.

[Curt casually pulls out a pocket knife--from his shoe, there's not exactly room for pockets in these pants--and turns away a little to make a small slice across his palm.]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen practically chokes again. His hand whips out without even meaning it to and grabs a firm hold on Curt's wrist.]

Dude, what are you doing?

[thewildone]

[Curt attempts to twist away.]

Hold on, there has to be blood. Not a lot, I mean, it wasn't a very large peanut.

[totallyinaband]

[So not letting go right now.]

It's making you i>cut yourself? Jesus Christ, Curt.

[He grabs a wad of napkins and presses them into his palm.]

[thewildone]

It's not a big deal. Keeps me from blowing up too much stuff.

[Curt sounds annoyed, but does keep still.]

Will you let me go so I can put a band-aid on?

[totallyinaband]

But you managed enough yesterday to get this.

[His hand moves from Curt's wrist to wrap gently around his arm, where he remembers the bandage being from yesterday.]

[thewildone]

Well, blowing shit up is kinda hard to resist. But I am resisting, mostly, now.

[He is trying to be reassuring.]

[totallyinaband]

[Stephen rubs a hands slowly over his face.]

And here I was thinking this curse wasn't that bad. You brought a band-aid didn't you? And please tell your arm is the worst of it.

[thewildone]

Other shoe. And yeah, it's only my arms.

[Ooops, plural.]

Don't worry about me, it doesn't do any good.

[totallyinaband]

And we both know what good it does when people tell me to stop worrying.

[The worrying comes with the package, Curt. He lifts the napkin off Curt's palm and takes a closer look. The cut wasn't deep, and only a few spots of red are visible on the napkin. Stephen's face relaxes a little and he leans his forehead in against the other man's.]

I don't like the idea of you getting hurt.

[thewildone]

I know.

[Curt kisses him briefly.]

Last exploding peanut, I promise.

[totallyinaband]

Thank you.

Hopefully it's just a weekend thing.

[thewildone]

I can't imagine it would stick for long, but it's a little weird that it wasn't just yesterday.

[totallyinaband]

Anytime we have curses starting on a Saturday, I always worry about them going on all weekend. It seems to be a theme. Band-aid?