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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[thestarspangledman]

[He would take it in stride, if Eddie made comments. He might even explain, because if anything, Eddie would probably be seeing a lot of Peggy around sooner or later.

But he opens his door after the knock -- and there's something he hasn't seen in years, and it's really just good to see an actual record player.

He will, however, probably use it, or try to. The thought is appreciated even if he doesn't know who it's from, and once he's done the record player will be left where it was with a note simply reading 'Thanks,' on top of it.]