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

private;

[aggravating]

Welcome to the future, old man.

[..... God just. Kill him. Right now.

He was pretty insistently trying to sleep with Peggy during the Flood]

... I've met her.

private;

[thestarspangledman]

The future needs better taste in music.

[Tony, who weren't you trying to sleep with during the flood.]

I saw.

private;

[aggravating]

Or you need to get with the times. I'll work you through the Beatles, Cap, don't worry. You can still be saved from the jazz era.

[... Okay, yeah. True.]

That's... just going to be something we never talk about.

private;

[thestarspangledman]

There's nothing wrong with jazz.

....Suit yourself.

private;

[aggravating]

[... heh heh heh suit]

Maybe not if you're, uh, eighty five with at least seven joint replacements.

You need culture shock therapy bad, Cap.