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

[insolubleriddle]

Don't break her toes. It kills the mood.

[More jokes about Steve's size? Naturally.]

Now for the genuine advice: your date might find your inability to dance endearing. Bring it up, and make that sheepish 'oh no' expression you're making right now. A suitably adorable dancing lesson will follow.

[Protip: he's not as good with the ladies as he sounds.]

[thestarspangledman]

Surprisingly enough, I am pretty light on my feet.

...Uh. Thanks?