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

[surrenders]

[yeah uh she doesn't know about the log just below you on my reading list yet]

Going to make it just the two of you?

[thestarspangledman]

That's the plan, I think.

[surrenders]

Can't get you the music, but if you act like you know what you're doing, she might think you do. I don't know the girl, though.

[thestarspangledman]

...I don't think she will, she knows me better than that. I'd hope.

[surrenders]

She might see you're trying to make her happy, though, when you do that, and like that. You're not afraid of her, or you wouldn't want to make this so special for her.

[thestarspangledman]

...I'm afraid of her when she's got a gun pointed my way.

[surrenders]

[well that's different but she's not in the position to judge] You sure it was you asking her?

[thestarspangledman]

For the dance? We sort of agreed on it.

[surrenders]

You afraid of her when she isn't pointing a gun at you, though?

[thestarspangledman]

'Course not.