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[womanofvalue]

WHO: Peggy Carter
WHERE: #43 - The Vincennes
WHEN: December 27th - Evening
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: n/a
STATUS: Open (Gathering Style)

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When the gifts had arrived, Peggy had treated them at first with the same suspicion as anything else here. Things simply weren't that good to be true, but these gifts had people's names on them this time. With the exception of several that she couldn't begin to understand (such as that one from a man named Ivan, that she barely recalled interacting with), the rest were so kind and thoughtful that she soon found herself with a wealth of possessions she hadn't hoped to possess here.

The party had been borne of one single thought: I have nowhere to wear such lovely things and when she'd found the wine and liquor from others (including Tony, which didn't surprise her in the very least), she knew that she could change that. She'd posted a quick notice at the inn using some of the cardboard of a box and the lovely fountain pen Helen had given her, then did the same at many of the public buildings, inviting people to her home and inviting them to bring any food or drink they might like to provide, as well as suggesting this as an opportunity to wear their fanciest.

She set out her drinks (the ones she was willing to share) and made sure to tidy the home so that it was presentable. In her youth, back during her first engagement, she might have imagined entertaining like this on a regular basis, but that had been swept away by the war. Instead, Peggy was left hoping that such a gala would be acceptable and that she wouldn't simply be here alone tonight.

Setting her new record player (and her single record) down, she cranked it to begin playing the record that had come with it (a pressing of the Glenn Miller Band), and then she began to convince herself that there was nothing more that she could do.

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Kate Kelly | OTA

[lastofthekellys]

Kate is tipsy, but this time, not just on alcohol. She's tipsy on merriment, drunk with delight, because this all is fun. Fun to have some music, fun with people dressed up as much as they can (with varying degrees), fun because this is a licence to have fun and so people are. Including herself.

She's dressed in the utterly lovely blue dress Miss Carter has given her. A day dress, yes, but this is the kind of occasion where such distinctions do not matter. It's lovely, and it fits her like a glove, particularly when wearing the fine corset Odair had given her. Her long, thick, dark curling hair is piled on her head, held in place and decorated with hair clips and pins from Jensen's gift. Pink flowers, silvery stars, a charming blue butterfly.

Normally, she'd be in the midst of the dancing, and dance for hours. But, so far, she is paying head to her ankle by sticking to the outskirts and socialising.

So far.

Give her maybe another ten minutes, and she'll forget. Even in these hiking boots - so much more solider than the ones she'd wear at home - she can dance well. There is not much else to do in the country, and she's part of a proudly Irish clan. She can ride horses, and she can dance.

[thecatinahat]

The clips in her hair look familiar, like the kind Jensen's niece would sometimes wear after soccer practice and Cougar has been bribed to weave them into her braid. It's that he thinks he's staring, but also trying to place what this gift means, as if that will somehow give him a clue what Jensen is thinking when it comes to gifts in general. He clears his throat and gives her an apologetic nod for staring, gesturing to the pins in her hair.

"You are very ... sparkling," he says, thinking that it's the word that Jensen would use. No, no, he knows better. The word Jensen would actually use is bling, but he refuses to repeat that out loud.

[lastofthekellys]

She smiles at Mr Cougar, and sparkle isn't far off what her hazel eyes seem to do. She's warm and people are happy, and she can forget her cares. For a little while, at any rate.

And it is...

It is nice to wear nice clothes, although part of her thinks that everything should still be black. No matter. Whatever this trick, she's missed dressing up, for Kate Kelly could be frivolous as any girl.

"Aren't they pretty?" she asks, tilting her head forwards so the glittery and shiny objects in her hair catch the light. "Jensen's gift, along with maybe enough hairpins to last me until spring."

There is a joke, there: there are never enough hairpins.

[thecatinahat]

Why isn't Cougar surprised to hear that her gifts have come from his boyfriend? He sighs and gives her an empathetic look. "Yes, pretty," he agrees, not mentioning that he's fairly sure that he also saw those exact same things on Jensen's niece once, which says something as to how he thinks of Kate. Still, it's very sweet and Cougar hates to dissuade Jensen from being sweet.

"I hope you gave him something just as sparkly, in return," is his even joke, even if his eyes are glimmering with mirth.

[lastofthekellys]

"I somewhat suspect it was flour," Kate admits with a huffed laugh. "Or, however it is that all of the gifts happened. I remember thinkin' that I wanted everyone to be able to cook for themselves a bit, or maybe it was simply not to starve. And so there are boxes of flour everywhere."

A number of which have been gifted back to her, which is not unwelcome despite her protests.

"But I suppose if somethin' like this happens again, I'll try to think of somethin' appropriate."

[thecatinahat]

"At least then I can make something with it," is Cougar's response, because he wouldn't mind some cupcakes, if he could get his hands on actual sugar. It's probably a longshot, but he has the eggs and the flour, now. "I think Jensen was just thinking of sparkling," he shares, but she does look very pretty.

Or he'd been thinking about his niece, but that's not something that he feels right talking about. That's for Jake to talk about to other people, not him. "You did not get me flour," he feels like pointing out. "So either you think I do not need food, or know that it is not only food that feeds souls."