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.

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[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin can't quite believe he's offering romantic advice. Which is why this is on a private filter, so no one else can ever know.

But...he actually has experience with romantic dancing. (Thanks Kay.) So he feels obligated to help a fellow warden. He sighs.]

If you want ambiance, the deck is the best location. Get some friends to guard the stairwell from the inside, or set up a security system to ensure yourselves a few minutes privacy. You can set up your communicator to play whatever song you pick. [It's a shame Una isn't around. She'd be best for music advice.]

If privacy is more important than ambiance then clear a space in your quarters and dance there. Someplace private, but that feels relaxed and personable. She might consider being alone with you in your quarters improprietous, however, so I'd stick to the deck if I were you, unless she's a particularly progressive and forward woman.

The basic steps are simple, stick to that and don't try anything fancy. And for heaven's sake, lead properly so she knows where you're going while you're dancing.

[He can't believe he's doing this.]

If you need a crash course in the dance steps, I have a spare hour or two.

[Between his time spent on undercover assignment in 1938 Europe, and his occasional dancing with Kay, (and an excellent Gallifreyan memory) Narvin can actually do a decent Foxtrot and Waltz. He usually doesn't let anyone know that, either.]

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[thestarspangledman]

I -- well, uh. She's a lady, so the deck might be best.

[A little bit of a grin.]

Thanks for the offer, but Peggy promised me dance lessons.

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[timesbureaucrat]

Good. [Good, both that she's a proper lady (Narvin's a bit of a conservative about such things) and that she'll be teaching Steve.]

In that case, she already expects you to be incompetent so you don't need to worry about disappointing her. [Narvin fails at tact.]

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[thestarspangledman]

...Well, yeah, but I don't want her to think I'm totally incompetent.

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[timesbureaucrat]

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[Never ever danced before...]



Good luck with that.