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]

Comments

[yourbestguysgun]

Dancing, trying not to kill anyone, punching everyone in the face, that's my plan. I figured if you wanted to go somewhere else the plan could move too.

[miss_america]

Wait, are we really going dancing?

[Frozen face of what]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Smirking. ] Do you trust me?

[miss_america]

Of course I do.

[yourbestguysgun]

Then yes, we are going dancing.

[miss_america]

This is new.

[Getting to go out in public with Bucky, he means.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Not bad though, right?

[miss_america]

I should have taken you somewhere when it was you.

[yourbestguysgun]

I don't remember complainin' about anything.

[miss_america]

[Steve looks over with a slight smile]

No, you didn't.

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't worry about it. [ His hand covers the one wrapped around his arm, and it's a soft smile angled towards Steve this time. ]

I want to take you dancing because this is pretty much the only time it's ever gonna be allowed, and hell, that ain't fair, but it don't mean I don't wanna take the opportunity anyway.

[miss_america]

I did make you a sap.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yep. So you're to blame.

[miss_america]

Boy oh boy all the dames will be jealous of me.

[Said in a slight drawl.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing. ] Oh, Rogers, you are still a punk no matter what you look like.

[miss_america]

[A grin, wide]

You make me forget all my troubles.

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, s'what I'm here for.

[miss_america]

[A pause]

A few fellows did try to get fresh. It was strange. And a dame, too.

[HE'S NOT TELLING YOU SO YOU CAN MAKE A HIT LIST]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Side-eye. ] Oh?

[ HE WILL FIND OUT. CCTV CAMERAS. ]

[miss_america]

People bought me drinks, that's all.

And I had to make Clint look up. At my face.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Humming. ]

Damn, and I liked Clint.

[miss_america]

[Kind of moving closer because TODAY HE CAN]

He knows.

[yourbestguysgun]

That I like him, that he's on the hit list, or something I don't know about?

[miss_america]

About us.

[yourbestguysgun]

Oh, yeah. [ Sheepish. ] Kinda my fault, sorry.