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

[sharpememory]

Do you mean dancing or something else?

[thestarspangledman]

Dancing, for the most part.

[sharpememory]

And the other part being knocking boots or something?

[thestarspangledman]

No. [--Dammit, why did he make this public again. :c]

[sharpememory]

Right, so you've already gone past the knocking boots stage?

[thestarspangledman]

[A little bit of a splutter.] What? No!

[sharpememory]

What have you gotten up to?

[thestarspangledman]

That's none of your business!

[sharpememory]

Come on, man. We're just having a conversation between lads. You can tell me.