You arrive at the park about an hour before the play starts. Lizzy brought a thermos of apple cider and a few cups, walking in such a way that you almost believed she wasn't drunk. At least, she looked sober if you squinted real hard.
But a Drunk Lizzy was a Pleasant Lizzy, so you weren't complaining too much. You made Loki carry the snacks, Thor carried the blankets, and you carry a small tower of pillows because the ground is, shockingly, made of ground, which is notoriously not soft.
You pick a spot on a hill close enough to see and hear, but far enough not to have people so close you hit them in the face every time you move. You trade Thor for the blanket, and Loki sets down the snacks to help you lay it out. You make a small nest of pillows, and everyone flops down, getting comfy and passing around drinks and fruit.
"So," you ask, turning to Loki. "I know it hasn't started yet, but what do you think so far?" Loki laughed.
"So far, I think it's going well. How much longer until it starts?" He responds, reaching over you to grab a slice of cheese from the small Tupperware box in Thor's lap Thor makes a small noise of complaint. Lizzy pokes him in the arm.
"I packed the snacks for everyone, Thor, you're going to have to share the cheese. And as for you," she says, turning to Loki. "I think it starts when the sun goes down, but they might have changed it."
You shake your head as Thor continues to complain. "I think it's still sunset, but the sound checks should be-" you're cut off by a man in a doublet walking onto the stage and hollering All Star by Smash Mouth as loud and off-key as he can, until the sound guy turns off his mic and yells at him to "say your lines you dumb, Shrek-lookin' mother fucker!" Everyone laughs.
"Apparently the sound checks are starting, so it should be soon." You break a small bit of cheese off of the slice Loki is nibbling and eat it. Loki gapes at you.
"There's cheese a foot to your right, why did you steal some of mine?!" He laughs. You shrug.
"I am currently unwilling to wrestle Thor for a slice of cheese," you giggle, watching as Thor holds the box above Lizzy's head and she glares at him, being about 3 feet shorter than the god of thunder.
As the play starts, the four of you quiet, watching with rapt attention. The actors aren't the best you've seen, but they're just believable enough to keep your attention as they flow through the play. Puck is a joy, as ever, and unsurprisingly he's played by the man from the sound check, who has very palpable chaotic energy.
At the end, you all stand and clap, starting to gather your things to head back to Lizzy's apartment.
"So, what did you think?" You ask the boys. They start talking all at once, giddy at first and then arguing over who was the best character. You and Lizzy share an amused glance, heading inside to put everything down. Her four small kittens weave around your ankles, screaming to be picked up like kittens do. You laugh and grab Blue, narrowly dodging Echo as he tries to climb your sleeve. The boys come in and close the door, Loki promptly sitting on the ground and gathering the three remaining cats in his lap. They rub against him, purring and meowing as he scratches the tops of their heads. Lizzy hands out waters.
Thor sits on the couch, smiling. "Loki and I shall find somewhere to sleep shortly. Are there any of those... what are they called? Hotels? Yes. Hotels, are there any of those near here?" He asks Lizzy, who gives him directions to a few and a few bills from her purse to pay for a room. You raise your eyebrows at her and she shrugs. "He's hot and he acts like an adorable little puppy, what am I supposed to do?" She whispers to you, and you laugh.
You pull Blue up to look her in the eyes. "This is going to be a very interesting time."A/N: Hey babes, sorry I know it's been forever. But the story is still on hold, I'm going to try and update more often though. I love you all! Peace love and pixie dust XOXO

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