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

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[thestarspangledman]

In this place? Probably all manner of people.

[A little grin.]

I'd hope Tony would know better.

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[persuadeyou]

Not sure I'd bet on that.

Has she seen the deck yet?

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[thestarspangledman]

I don't think so, but I haven't asked yet.

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[persuadeyou]

If she hasn't, take her up there. If you want privacy, go back to your room after. Do you have a stereo? Or...a record player?

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[thestarspangledman]

No, but I've been offered a few.

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[persuadeyou]

Good. [Because she has none. :v]

Has anyone taught you how to dance yet?

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[thestarspangledman]

Peggy said she would.

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[persuadeyou]

She could not have made this easier for you.

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[thestarspangledman]

...Oh yeah?

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[persuadeyou]

You don't even have to be a good dancer, Cap. You'll be fine.

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[thestarspangledman]

Well, good, 'cause I don't exactly trust myself on a dance floor.

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[persuadeyou]

Just be careful of her feet.

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[thestarspangledman]

Oh, don't worry, I will.