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

[thestarspangledman]

I sure hope so.

[deadliestviper]

Is she going to kill you if it's a bad date?

[thestarspangledman]

I doubt it. She already lost me once.

[deadliestviper]

Then you've got nothing to worry about. She probably wants to see you much more than she wants to dance.

[thestarspangledman]

Well, I've already, um, seen her.

[deadliestviper]

If she knows you can't dance, there's no reason to be nervous.

[thestarspangledman]

I'm afraid it's not all that easy, miss.

[deadliestviper]

Ah. Mind if I ask what the problem is?