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

[an_abomination]

[Woo, something he has some experience with.] I don't know much about dancing but you could take her to the CES room. The two of you will have privacy there and can make it look like whatever you want that's natural.

Ask someone if you can borrow one of their various music devices [Suspects he doesn't know what an iPod is just yet.] and bring some food along with you.

[lacksconviction]

I hate to criticize, but this all sounds terribly clinical. Doesn't anyone on this ship actually play an instrument?

[Trolling Steve's entire post? Trolling Steve's entire post.]

[aggravating]

He goes for live music he might as well sign a contract declaring himself a douchebag.

[Can he join your trolling, bro?]

[lacksconviction]

But he wishes for it to be special!

[Tony you are the hero the Barge gets, not the hero it deserves.

AKA: OBVIOUSLY YES.]

[aggravating]

[Dot. Dot. Dot. Idea forming.]

On second thought:

I can play the piano if you can sing.

[Translation: he can pretend to play piano if you can pretend to sing.

And then they can embarrass the crap out of Steve.]

[lacksconviction]

[This is the single most dreadful idea ever conceived by anyone in all of the nine realms.]

I can most certainly sing! I sang frequently on Asgard!

[It's starting to make perfect sense to him that Tony is an inmate.]

[Private]

[aggravating]

Keep stalking Steve's replies. Once we find where the date's taking place, I'm either stealing or making a piano and we're getting in there.

[He's in total superhero mode right now. You know, actually making a plan, thinking up strategies... not getting as distracted.

All to troll Steve.

.... Yeah. Inmate.]

[Private]

[lacksconviction]

You've a strategic mind worthy of envy, my friend!

[It's a good cause! Thus speaks the God of Mischief!]

[Private]

[aggravating]

[AND SO IT SHALL BE]

Please, don't stop. Keep with the compliments.

[Private]

[lacksconviction]

Ah, but if I distribute them too freely you'll think me insincere!

[Private]

[aggravating]

[He laughs, a single, surprised burst of amusement]

Okay, you're good. I'll admit it.

All we need is a vocabulary upgrade and you'll make the perfect wingman.

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[thestarspangledman]

....Don't encourage him.

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[aggravating]

You're asking the public for dating advice, Cap.

That's pretty much an open invite for people to make fun of you. And Loki's good at it.

[He's so amused]

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[thestarspangledman]

I expected a little better of you.

Just trust me, he doesn't need encouragement. At all.

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[aggravating]

You seriously don't know me as well as you think you do.

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[thestarspangledman]

I'm working on it.

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[aggravating]

You and the rest of the world.

[Take that as you will]

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[thestarspangledman]

....Right.

[an_abomination]

[Shrugs.] Live instruments work too, whatever he thinks she'd prefer.