[ Steve probably could have just scraped by with one of the smaller establishments. He didn't need to come here, but sometimes even Steve Rogers is tired of making sacrifices. After checking on his teammates and friends, he opts for one of the more modest rooms there. Because even if he wants to enjoy himself just a tiny bit he also doesn't feel like he should be shooting for the stars just yet. He doesn't need a view. He doesn't need much really. But he does enjoy the space that he's afforded here. It really does make him consider moving somewhere that's actually a little more than the housing. It's about time he step out on his own really.
But Steve does all the normal things when he's there. He gets ice and chats with his new neighbors. Maybe he has a bunch of problems nipping at his heels back home, but that doesn't mean he has to be antisocial. Besides ever since he got here in Cadelle he's felt the weight slowly slide off his shoulders. He's felt his fear lessen and his anxiety deplete. This was probably what he needed. This place as a whole. Even with the earth quake and this set back with the housing he's still calmer here then he's been in years. It's strange to think about.
At some point he will hit the hot tubs because why not? He could use some relaxation. He's a little large in the hot tub, but there's still plenty of room for people to join him if they'd like. Steve's eyes are shut and his head is tilted back. Labored breathing as he lets his mind clear.
Later on throughout his stay he'll need a way to push the energy out. He'll hit the heated pool for some laps that will keep him occupied. ]
@ sara's party
[ He's not really sure if he's got any business going to this party, but sometimes when he's not aware he can hear Tony's voice in the back of his head. Edging him towards something fun. Romanoff too. Telling Steve to enjoy himself. Live his life to the absolute fullest. Which means indulging this odd party that requires him to ditch his pants upon entry. He can play by the rules. As long as they don't expect him to strip off his boxer briefs as well. He'd prefer those to stay on with all the strangers.
So, tonight he's sporting a t-shirt (ill fitting because when does anything fit Steve Rogers?) and the boxer briefs he put on this morning. At first he's a little awkward with all the different eyes he doesn't know, but he can adjust. He can enjoy the plasma television and he will probably migrate to the food at some point as well. Since alcohol doesn't hit Steve too much he won't be seen getting too drunk.
The balcony will eventually call Steve's attention. Some nice night air before he even goes near the hot tub. That might require a little bit of prodding, but his pants are already off so it's not too big of a deal. He just doesn't know if he wants to walk around with wet underwear the rest of the night. ]
steve rogers | open
[ Steve probably could have just scraped by with one of the smaller establishments. He didn't need to come here, but sometimes even Steve Rogers is tired of making sacrifices. After checking on his teammates and friends, he opts for one of the more modest rooms there. Because even if he wants to enjoy himself just a tiny bit he also doesn't feel like he should be shooting for the stars just yet. He doesn't need a view. He doesn't need much really. But he does enjoy the space that he's afforded here. It really does make him consider moving somewhere that's actually a little more than the housing. It's about time he step out on his own really.
But Steve does all the normal things when he's there. He gets ice and chats with his new neighbors. Maybe he has a bunch of problems nipping at his heels back home, but that doesn't mean he has to be antisocial. Besides ever since he got here in Cadelle he's felt the weight slowly slide off his shoulders. He's felt his fear lessen and his anxiety deplete. This was probably what he needed. This place as a whole. Even with the earth quake and this set back with the housing he's still calmer here then he's been in years. It's strange to think about.
At some point he will hit the hot tubs because why not? He could use some relaxation. He's a little large in the hot tub, but there's still plenty of room for people to join him if they'd like. Steve's eyes are shut and his head is tilted back. Labored breathing as he lets his mind clear.
Later on throughout his stay he'll need a way to push the energy out. He'll hit the heated pool for some laps that will keep him occupied. ]
@ sara's party
[ He's not really sure if he's got any business going to this party, but sometimes when he's not aware he can hear Tony's voice in the back of his head. Edging him towards something fun. Romanoff too. Telling Steve to enjoy himself. Live his life to the absolute fullest. Which means indulging this odd party that requires him to ditch his pants upon entry. He can play by the rules. As long as they don't expect him to strip off his boxer briefs as well. He'd prefer those to stay on with all the strangers.
So, tonight he's sporting a t-shirt (ill fitting because when does anything fit Steve Rogers?) and the boxer briefs he put on this morning. At first he's a little awkward with all the different eyes he doesn't know, but he can adjust. He can enjoy the plasma television and he will probably migrate to the food at some point as well. Since alcohol doesn't hit Steve too much he won't be seen getting too drunk.
The balcony will eventually call Steve's attention. Some nice night air before he even goes near the hot tub. That might require a little bit of prodding, but his pants are already off so it's not too big of a deal. He just doesn't know if he wants to walk around with wet underwear the rest of the night. ]