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

[yeahscience]

Who gets laid in London?

[flashy_magic]

I do. And in New York.

[yeahscience]

[He makes a face as if to say: I REST MY CASE, STEVE.]

Paris is the bomb, I'm saying.

[flashy_magic]

I've never been there.

[yeahscience]

We had a port there, where were you? That was the best port ever. [And he's not just saying that because he got laid there, although mostly he is.]

[flashy_magic]

Oh. Right. Forgot about that one.