((Contains material of an adult nature.))
Friday, 1st March
It was true what they said - no matter where you went in the world, one thing you were guaranteed to come across was an Irish pub. Even in Disney World. Raglan Road was one of the few nightspots in the resort, but it made up for that by playing live music until midnight and beyond.
Lucy had scouted around as soon as she and Steve had arrived at the park, intending to take her sister out and get her right royally drunk the night before her wedding, just to even things up for the somewhat domesticated bachelorette Liv had given her. And not only drunk ....she'd brought with her a dress she knew Liv would never ordinarily wear, and had stood over her sister until she gave in and put the thing on. All this, of course, after firmly sending Johnny off with her own husband and telling him to behave himself in her own cheerfully mischievous way.
And thus far, the night was going well. They'd claimed seats by the bar, and with some artfully innocent declarations on the theme of "my sister's getting married tomorrow", had somehow managed to get themselves a small gaggle of people happily prepared to buy them drinks all night. Of course, the bright pink boppers Lucy had put onto Liv's head had helped with that - if anyone was in any doubt, the waving bits of fluff were there to remind everyone that Olivia Broderick was a "Bride to Be".
On her fourth glass of something fantastically pink and disgustingly alcoholic, Liv had finally started to relax, though she was still trying to ignore the fact that she was wearing a skin-tight halter-neck dress that displayed far too much skin for her sense of comfort. Oddly, the boppers on her head weren't giving her any trouble. "You can't let me get too drunk," she was saying to Lucy as the twins propped up the bar cheerfully. "Have to look nice for Johnny tomorrow."
Lucy laughed, sipping her own depressingly virgin c*cktail. "Livvie, you could show up wrapped in a bin bag and he'd be head over heels for you," she informed her sister, her laughter bursting out as Liv swayed sideways and slithered completely off her stool, caught by a helpful fellow who happened to be standing right there.
The younger twin blushed and smiled charmingly, offering up an apology as she found her feet again, taking another sip from her drink. "He's wonderful, isn't he?" she enthused to her sister, though her voice was loud enough that most of the people near them could hear her perfectly. "You know, I know how to make him blush now."
"Oh, really?" Lucy asked, genuinely impressed by this piece of information, though she doubted Johnny would be pleased to know what was about to be declared across the room.
"Yes," Liv grinned, looking beautifully smug. "I can make him blush just by going grrrr."
As for Johnny, he wasn't really feeling like a strip club the way he'd been when it was Steve's bachelor party. As excited as he was for the wedding, he was a bundle of nerves, and the last thing he needed was a bunch of silly girls drooling over him. What he really needed was some solid advice from someone who was already married, and he'd rather get that advice from Steve than Reed, but when it came down to it, Steve had very little good advice to offer.
Just be yourself, talk to each other, and remember why you fell in love in the first place. Good advice, but not much of a conversation starter. In the end, the two of them had hit a bar, played a games of darts - which had not gone well, considering their particular talents. As fond as Johnny was of Steve, he couldn't get the man drunk no matter how hard he tried, and Johnny had finally given up. It was nearly eleven o'clock and still no word from Lucy or Liv. Johnny had started to worry, though Steve had reassured him the girls were just fine. After a while, they'd returned to the hotel and parted ways, Johnny begging off and telling Steve he needed to get his beauty rest, but it was just an excuse to get himself free of the man so he could go looking for Liv on his own, feeling lonely and bored and worrying she was having fun without him.
Johnny had at least managed to coerce the location of the girls' party out of his hero. Steve meant well, but his reluctance to lie served Johnny well in this instance. He'd made Johnny promise not to seek the girls out, and Johnny had agreed, but he'd had crossed his fingers behind his back, and as everyone knows, that negates any promises given. Even Captain America should know that. Feeling anxious and nervous about the upcoming nuptials and unable to relax, Johnny had finally given in to his restlessness and taken to the skies above Orlando in search of his bride to be. He didn't plan on crashing her party, exactly, more like just spying on her.
Unfortunately for Johnny, it was almost impossible for him to make an entrance without drawing attention to himself, especially when he was engulfed in flames. He'd managed to find out from the pretty girl who manned the front desk at the hotel where the place was located, promising a photo and autograph later in return for her help. By the time he actually touched down outside the place, it was nearing midnight.
He'd arrived in time to hear the pub and its inhabitants roused in full-throated song for the medley that would end the evening's live performances and signal that everyone still drinking should start thinking about leaving for the night. The doors were flung open, and startlingly Liv was in plain sight from where he was stood outside. She was sat on the bar itself, with Lucy leaning back against her from where she was sat on her stool, arms wrapped around each other as they watched the rousing performance of the local band leading the pub full of singers in rowdy, sometimes tuneful, song. A couple of men stood near them, apparently trying to engage the twins in conversation, but almost as one, Lucy and Liv raised their left hands without even glancing at the pair, showing off the sparkle of the rings that declared them taken.
Johnny watched from the door for a minute, feeling a little left out, even though this was supposed to be a private celebration of sorts between the twins. They looked like they were having a lot of fun without him, and he suddenly wished he hadn't come. He didn't really want to intrude and ruin their fun, but at the same time, he was feeling just a little lost and lonely on his own. He was just about to turn tail and go home when someone took notice of him, recognizing the suit if not the face. Who else showed up at a bar fully engulfed in flames but the Human Torch' And this was no illusion, care of Disney, but the real thing.
"Hey, aren't you Johnny Storm?" Some blonde called to him, noticing his arrival. "Hey, guys, look who's here! Johnny Storm, the Human Torch!"
Johnny's jaw dropped open and he looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole, which was very un-Johnny-like.
It took a while for the news that the Human Torch had landed outside to ripple in through the raucous crowd, but by the time the rumor reached Liv and Lucy, Johnny was nigh on surrounded by merry fans and flashing camera bulbs. Lucy rolled her eyes, laughing as she heard Liv gasp behind her. Sliding from her stool, she looked up in time to see her sister slip the boppers from her head, merciful enough not to insist she put them back on again. "Sounds like he got lonely without you," she teased her little sister, helping Liv get down off the bar without falling over and displaying her attributes. "C'mon, let's rescue him."
Arm in arm, the two women wriggled through the crowd, which grew increasingly tight the closer they got to the bridegroom. Liv managed to get a shoulder through the ring of people standing around her fiance, offering up a wide, confident smile to a somewhat trapped Johnny. "Miss me, gorgeous?"
It was a little too late to try and hide the boppers and the bar sitting and the men hitting on her. He had seen it already, though he was proud of her for flashing her ring to discourage the drunk and horny men vying for her attention. Before he could make an escape and hide from her or Lucy, he found himself suddenly surrounded and swamped by fans and admirers, some drunk, some not so drunk, all wanting a photo or an autograph. Sometimes being famous was a real pain.
It was true what they said - no matter where you went in the world, one thing you were guaranteed to come across was an Irish pub. Even in Disney World. Raglan Road was one of the few nightspots in the resort, but it made up for that by playing live music until midnight and beyond.
Lucy had scouted around as soon as she and Steve had arrived at the park, intending to take her sister out and get her right royally drunk the night before her wedding, just to even things up for the somewhat domesticated bachelorette Liv had given her. And not only drunk ....she'd brought with her a dress she knew Liv would never ordinarily wear, and had stood over her sister until she gave in and put the thing on. All this, of course, after firmly sending Johnny off with her own husband and telling him to behave himself in her own cheerfully mischievous way.
And thus far, the night was going well. They'd claimed seats by the bar, and with some artfully innocent declarations on the theme of "my sister's getting married tomorrow", had somehow managed to get themselves a small gaggle of people happily prepared to buy them drinks all night. Of course, the bright pink boppers Lucy had put onto Liv's head had helped with that - if anyone was in any doubt, the waving bits of fluff were there to remind everyone that Olivia Broderick was a "Bride to Be".
On her fourth glass of something fantastically pink and disgustingly alcoholic, Liv had finally started to relax, though she was still trying to ignore the fact that she was wearing a skin-tight halter-neck dress that displayed far too much skin for her sense of comfort. Oddly, the boppers on her head weren't giving her any trouble. "You can't let me get too drunk," she was saying to Lucy as the twins propped up the bar cheerfully. "Have to look nice for Johnny tomorrow."
Lucy laughed, sipping her own depressingly virgin c*cktail. "Livvie, you could show up wrapped in a bin bag and he'd be head over heels for you," she informed her sister, her laughter bursting out as Liv swayed sideways and slithered completely off her stool, caught by a helpful fellow who happened to be standing right there.
The younger twin blushed and smiled charmingly, offering up an apology as she found her feet again, taking another sip from her drink. "He's wonderful, isn't he?" she enthused to her sister, though her voice was loud enough that most of the people near them could hear her perfectly. "You know, I know how to make him blush now."
"Oh, really?" Lucy asked, genuinely impressed by this piece of information, though she doubted Johnny would be pleased to know what was about to be declared across the room.
"Yes," Liv grinned, looking beautifully smug. "I can make him blush just by going grrrr."
As for Johnny, he wasn't really feeling like a strip club the way he'd been when it was Steve's bachelor party. As excited as he was for the wedding, he was a bundle of nerves, and the last thing he needed was a bunch of silly girls drooling over him. What he really needed was some solid advice from someone who was already married, and he'd rather get that advice from Steve than Reed, but when it came down to it, Steve had very little good advice to offer.
Just be yourself, talk to each other, and remember why you fell in love in the first place. Good advice, but not much of a conversation starter. In the end, the two of them had hit a bar, played a games of darts - which had not gone well, considering their particular talents. As fond as Johnny was of Steve, he couldn't get the man drunk no matter how hard he tried, and Johnny had finally given up. It was nearly eleven o'clock and still no word from Lucy or Liv. Johnny had started to worry, though Steve had reassured him the girls were just fine. After a while, they'd returned to the hotel and parted ways, Johnny begging off and telling Steve he needed to get his beauty rest, but it was just an excuse to get himself free of the man so he could go looking for Liv on his own, feeling lonely and bored and worrying she was having fun without him.
Johnny had at least managed to coerce the location of the girls' party out of his hero. Steve meant well, but his reluctance to lie served Johnny well in this instance. He'd made Johnny promise not to seek the girls out, and Johnny had agreed, but he'd had crossed his fingers behind his back, and as everyone knows, that negates any promises given. Even Captain America should know that. Feeling anxious and nervous about the upcoming nuptials and unable to relax, Johnny had finally given in to his restlessness and taken to the skies above Orlando in search of his bride to be. He didn't plan on crashing her party, exactly, more like just spying on her.
Unfortunately for Johnny, it was almost impossible for him to make an entrance without drawing attention to himself, especially when he was engulfed in flames. He'd managed to find out from the pretty girl who manned the front desk at the hotel where the place was located, promising a photo and autograph later in return for her help. By the time he actually touched down outside the place, it was nearing midnight.
He'd arrived in time to hear the pub and its inhabitants roused in full-throated song for the medley that would end the evening's live performances and signal that everyone still drinking should start thinking about leaving for the night. The doors were flung open, and startlingly Liv was in plain sight from where he was stood outside. She was sat on the bar itself, with Lucy leaning back against her from where she was sat on her stool, arms wrapped around each other as they watched the rousing performance of the local band leading the pub full of singers in rowdy, sometimes tuneful, song. A couple of men stood near them, apparently trying to engage the twins in conversation, but almost as one, Lucy and Liv raised their left hands without even glancing at the pair, showing off the sparkle of the rings that declared them taken.
Johnny watched from the door for a minute, feeling a little left out, even though this was supposed to be a private celebration of sorts between the twins. They looked like they were having a lot of fun without him, and he suddenly wished he hadn't come. He didn't really want to intrude and ruin their fun, but at the same time, he was feeling just a little lost and lonely on his own. He was just about to turn tail and go home when someone took notice of him, recognizing the suit if not the face. Who else showed up at a bar fully engulfed in flames but the Human Torch' And this was no illusion, care of Disney, but the real thing.
"Hey, aren't you Johnny Storm?" Some blonde called to him, noticing his arrival. "Hey, guys, look who's here! Johnny Storm, the Human Torch!"
Johnny's jaw dropped open and he looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole, which was very un-Johnny-like.
It took a while for the news that the Human Torch had landed outside to ripple in through the raucous crowd, but by the time the rumor reached Liv and Lucy, Johnny was nigh on surrounded by merry fans and flashing camera bulbs. Lucy rolled her eyes, laughing as she heard Liv gasp behind her. Sliding from her stool, she looked up in time to see her sister slip the boppers from her head, merciful enough not to insist she put them back on again. "Sounds like he got lonely without you," she teased her little sister, helping Liv get down off the bar without falling over and displaying her attributes. "C'mon, let's rescue him."
Arm in arm, the two women wriggled through the crowd, which grew increasingly tight the closer they got to the bridegroom. Liv managed to get a shoulder through the ring of people standing around her fiance, offering up a wide, confident smile to a somewhat trapped Johnny. "Miss me, gorgeous?"
It was a little too late to try and hide the boppers and the bar sitting and the men hitting on her. He had seen it already, though he was proud of her for flashing her ring to discourage the drunk and horny men vying for her attention. Before he could make an escape and hide from her or Lucy, he found himself suddenly surrounded and swamped by fans and admirers, some drunk, some not so drunk, all wanting a photo or an autograph. Sometimes being famous was a real pain.