action;

[punchedhitler]

[He had to go out at some point - mostly to get clothes, but also to run errands like food and walk the dog and finally meet Bucky up at the Blue Light for when Bucky gets off his shift.

He can't believe he's wearing a dress, but that's all Rosella had to lend him, so a dress is what he's wearing. He supposes in this body it's not so bad, right?

He hopes, anyway. This dress shows off a lot of his legs. Luckily he's not wearing heels, too. ]




[ooc: action only please, but feel free to meet him out and about or even at the Blue Light! Hit on him, come on, you know you want tooooo]

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/whistles innocently

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky's been tending the bar, thoughts a whir all day because this is still a bit weird, and he knows it. When he sees Steve though, he pauses, dish towel thrown over his shoulder, sleeves rolled up to the elbow. His mouth twists into a smile, and his gaze drifts down to those legs and back up, leans against the bartop for a second. ]

I'm going to have to shoot every guy in here for looking at you right now, just so you know.

sob

[miss_america]

....I couldn't find trousers.

[A slight scowl.]

[yourbestguysgun]

I like it. [ A quick grin, Bucky's expression softening. ] You look good.

[bettercallit]

[ Clint drops down from the side of a building, standing in front of him as if he's been there the whole time, and gives him a look. ]

Struggling to put my finger on it, but there's definitely something different about you, Rogers.

[miss_america]

Son, don't begin.

[HANDS ON HIPS OKAY]

[bettercallit]

Son?

[ He's definitely a lot older than Steve, well, unless it gets technical.

Amused. ] What happened to you? [ But he lowers his gaze, brings it back up, and there's a secret smirk there. ] Not that I'm complaining about the view.

[coordinated]

[Clara is, at least, dressed. She's borrowed and tailored some of Ginny's clothes, but she's still wearing jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers, and to say she's not a fan is an understatement. Regardless, at least she can check on Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, do inventory, when she catches sight of a blonde woman walking the other way.]

That dress is lovely.

[miss_america]

[Oh, Steve is blushing. Damn it why couldn't Rosella have trousers that fit?]

Are you talking to me?

[coordinated]

Yes - your dress is really lovely.

[latenightfondue]

[ Howard's been in the bar drinking for some time, and when he spots the beautiful blonde he gets the bartender to provide her with another of the same, sliding on over. ]

Well, hello there, beautiful. Nice night, ain't it?

[miss_america]

[Steve know he should say, but he also knows that -

Actually he's just looking at the drink in his hand]

Did you just buy me a drink?

[latenightfondue]

Pretty sure that's what's happening here, darling.

[conesoldstober]

[Of course Howl is testing his new found power of Lady Parts in every bar in town. So far he's had a fair number of free drinks. He saunters up to the bar next to Steve, dropping his clutch bag on the counter and ordering a drink.]

I don't think I've seen you here before.

[miss_america]

[Steve hasn't been doing this, but he blinks for a second when Howl drops the bag.]

Sorry?

[conesoldstober]

[Missing out, Steve.]

I've been to this bar more than my fair share of time, and I don't believe I've seen you before. New here, are you?

[flensing]

[Oh... uhm. Well. Anna can certainly come over and chek on you as well.]

Hello, m-monsieur. [Yes, let's stick with monsieur.] Are you doing all right?

[miss_america]

[He just looks up at her from where he's sitting.]

I'm doing fine, thanks. How about yourself?

[flensing]

[She looks somewhat nervous, but it's rare that Anna doesn't. Otherwise, it seems she is at least getting used to working in the bar.]

Very well, thank you. I'm glad to see you, I... did not get the chance to apologize, after last time.

action;

[whitetwoguns]

How come you're lookin' so serious, Sweetheart?

[Just passing through, really. Except she's got a beautiful face, those typically are so altered when they're set in such a way.]

action;

[miss_america]

[Steve looks up - oh, Mr. White. His eyes are big and blue and he kept his ridiculously long eyelashes]

There's a lot to be serious about.

action;

[whitetwoguns]

I'm not the man to argue against that.

[Except he marks that with a guilty smile.]

...But ain't it all about attitude?

[Baby blues and golden strands of hair sure do frame her face, even with it's resolved solemnity.]

[ironmanic]

[After much whinging and fussing, Tony was let out of the hospital. In truth, he had few major injuries, the armor having protected him from the impact.

So of course he's wandering around the City now, refamiliarizing himself with the layout and the locations. He finally finds himself at the Blue Light - he's been itching for a glass of scotch - when he sees a strangely familiar looking woman.

Ah, well, she's hot. Despite his relationship with Pepper, it doesn't mean he can't appreciate a good-looking woman, right?

He slides next to her, smooth and suave.]

You know, I don't normally forget the face of a beautiful woman, but I swear I know you from somewhere.

[miss_america]

[Oh.

Lord.

Steve is turning bright, bright red]

You probably forget the face of all the beautiful women.

Action;

[godlyendowment]

[Hercules, well... he's Hercules. He sees a pretty lady showing quite a bit of leg, and he has to sidle over and say hi. He grins a bit as he does so, trying to be disarming. He know it can be a little intimidating for a man built like himself to wander over to a lady.]

Believe me when I say that this comes from a lifetime of experience, but you look divine, milady.

Action;

[miss_america]

[Hercules.

Hercules what.]

Did you learn that off Thor?