Sibling Rivalries: Chili Edition

[brave_heart_verity]

Flyers have been going up around the Forum and Commercial District for the last week or so. This morning,the lights in the VSW Meadhall came on. By noon, anyone getting close enough to an open door would know: chili's on!

Inside, everything's set up and waiting for the hungry and the curious: Clint's cooking in one corner, and Verity's in the other. Between them, tables are laid out with the necessities: bowls, plates, spoons, and plenty of napkins. There's beer and iced tea, some lovely tres leches cakes provided by the Nexus' favorite Japanese detective, and various toppings for the chili: bottles of sriracha and sweet Thai chili sauce, red pepper flakes, green onions and red, lime wedges, diced bell peppers and jalapeños, crumbled bacon, shredded cheddar cheese and sour cream. Cornbread and tortilla chips round things out.

Long tables with a mix of benches and chairs fill the hall on either side of the fire pits. One has board and card games stacked neatly at one end (they were neat when they were put out, at least). Another has two boxes, one wrapped in purple paper and one in pink, for depositing voting slips.

Poll #17301 1st Annual Chili Cook-Off

Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 7

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Who gets your vote?

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Clint--Avengers Assemble!
3 (42.9%)

Truthfully? Verity.
4 (57.1%)

The fire pits are lit, the food is waiting, and there are games in want of players. What are you waiting for?
((There will doubtless be further Cupid-based shenanigans, but this weekend, it's all about the platonic relationships. Bromances, BFFs, and family ties rule the day! Let's celebrate! Threadhopping, tangents, games, and mischief are all encouraged. Just don't start a food fight or Verity will have to yell.))

Comments

[aw_hawkguy]

"Well, that's... high praise," Clint quips dryly. "Okay, enough, have your beer. I can't stand to see a good man suffer."

[juststeverogers]

"Snrk." Steve covers his mouth with a hand and bites down to stop himself from laughing out loud. His shoulders are trembling with the effort.

"Oh...oh noooo."

He takes a bottle of beer for himself and one for Matt, as the other doesn't seem to be able to do much more than sweat at the moment.

"Are you gonna be okay?" Steve asks Matt, bottle for each of them in hand. "Sorry Clint." Steve calls over his shoulder, shrugging. he did not think it would be this bad.

[fightlikehell]

Matt makes another tight noise in his throat. This one is like someone got him in the gut. Get through it, Murdock. He's feeling the sprinkle of sweat at his temples. The burning sensation has gone to the back of his throat and now up his sinus aaand right in the nose. The spoon is in a death grip.

If anyone is still counting he's still chewing, fighting to swallow it. Which means that this whole array of stimulation is going to have to get down to his stomach. To his credit at least he's not making much noise, no running around or crying. At least that anyone can tell with the shades. So they miiight be watering.

Swallowing is a fast, rushed task and it really sears all the way down. Matt has it in him to give a thumbs up.

[aw_hawkguy]

Clint grins. "You're a hell of a good sport, Matt. Thanks."