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

[deadliestviper]

Don't be. Sounds like you're in the perfect position to give the Captain a little dance lesson.

[aggravating]

The day I do another waltz is the day I throw flowers into the ocean and skip around singing show tunes.

[deadliestviper]

Even if I offered to waltz with you? [Never gonna happen, she just wants to see what he'd do]

[aggravating]

[This is Tony's tortured decision face.

Literally tortured.

Like. In so much pain over this decision its unbelievable.]

An argument... could be made in favor of... a waltz.

It'd depend on what you were wearing. [Because this seems like the safest comment]

[deadliestviper]

I'm not pretty enough in street clothes?

[aggravating]

[This is why he never talks to women. Just. Flirts and sleeps with and then deals with being talked down by Pepper.

Because.

He fails at it. And tends to get walked all over by women he's not... sleeping with.]

Well no, not really. Not in street clothes Just. Ball gowns and waltzes kind of go hand in hand?

[deadliestviper]

[Ouch. That'd sting if she, you know, cared about what he thought.] Fine. In this hypothetical situation, we can assume I'm wearing a ball gown.

[aggravating]

[Shut up okay he sucks at women. Just ask Pepper and that whole 12% thing.]

If we were at a conference and you were actually in a ball gown and not caked in mud, then yes. I'd torture myself with a waltz.

Otherwise? I honestly think I would rather die.

[He means from the classical music and really stuffy dancing but. Yeeeaaaah.]

[deadliestviper]

[Tony Stark, sucking at women; somewhere far beneath them, the demons in Hell are asking why it's so damn chilly.]

Wow, thanks. Way to make a girl feel wanted. Are you sure about that whole "playboy" thing?

[aggravating]

Relatively.

[He shrugs, and halfway grins.]

I also have it on good authority I'm an ass when I'm not working on getting in someone's pants.

[deadliestviper]

They're definitely right about that.

[aggravating]

You wound me, Julie Squeeze.

[deadliestviper]

No, not yet.

[aggravating]

Kinky.

[God he enjoys exchanges like this]

[deadliestviper]

I didn't know pain was your thing.

[aggravating]

Not usually, but hey. Have to try everything once.

[He really needs to stop auto-flirting]

[deadliestviper]

Famous last words. [She knows it's not an invitation to blacken his eye, but God, does she wish it were.]

[aggravating]

If that's the way I finally go out, I have no qualms but they'd better put that on my tombstone.