log 009, filtered from Peggy

[thestarspangledman]

[Well, it took a while, but he's finally managed to figure out how to filter things from people and not just to people. Steve's place of choice for the day is the art room, settled into a corner with his sketchpad and pencils. He looks a little embarrassed, but -- there's no Bucky here for him to ask about this kind of thing.]

So, uh -- I don't know how many of you noticed, but I'm not...exactly a ladies' man. But I owe a certain lady a dance; promised her one back home, actually. I just, uh, want to make it special, I suppose. And there's no Stork Club around here to do that in.

So what I'm trying to say is -- does anyone have any, um, tips? For this sort of thing? ...Or if you could point me to some good music, say...Glenn Miller or Benny Goodman or someone, that'd be appreciated, too. So, uh. Thanks.

Comments

[most_feared]

You've never actually danced before?

[Aw hell.]

I'm sure I got somethin' you can listen to.

[thestarspangledman]

Not really. Watched Bucky and his gals, mostly.

[most_feared]

If you can fight you can dance. It's still all a matter of where you do and don't put your feet, and when you put 'em there.

[thestarspangledman]

Yeah, but -- it seems a lot more ..complicated.

[lacksconviction]

Believe him not, It is complicated. You should find a teacher and practice hard, or you risk injuring her when your mighty strength goes awry!

[thestarspangledman]

I'm not taking any advice from you.

[lacksconviction]

Why? What possible motive could I have for steering you ill?

[thestarspangledman]

[Yep, he's just ignoring you now, Loki.]

[most_feared]

Probably 'cause of what you're putting at stake.

You're probably most at ease with a record player?