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[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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[miss_america]

I'm pretty boring, I guess.

[Steve reaches for the cherry in his Roy Rogers and pops it in his mouth.

No he doesn't realize, yes, he is oblivious.]

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[whitetwoguns]

C'mon now. Being more down on yourself ain't gonna change that. Especially if you really think that's true.

[Whether he wants to or not he is watching that cherry disappear between those lips.]

Everyone's got something.

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[miss_america]

What have you got?

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[whitetwoguns]

Me? I got a few years to gimme know how. People always fling jokes around about age. Could be negative. And sometimes it is, but it all comes with experience. I think that's what it really is.

[He takes a sip of his Jack and coke. That was more philosophical than he meant it to be.]

Is experience what's got you down?

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[miss_america]

[Steve looks over for a second and then takes another sip of his Roy Rogers]

You don't look so old to me.

I don't understand this time very well.

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[whitetwoguns]

[It's best to accept a compliment when it's given.]

Thanks.

[Larry shakes his head lightly as he tilts it to one side away from the lovely blonde.]

It's not my point to say things like that looking for sympathy just as much as I'm sure you don't go and hang around a bar with a long face.

[The old man rubs his chin with his thumb thoughtfully.]

What're you trying to understand?

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[miss_america]

How women can wear skirts this short.

[Steve doesn't move his legs - which are absurdly long, he knows.]

I'm sorry. I'm just waiting for someone, not looking for sympathy. I think my face just falls in a serious expression.

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[whitetwoguns]

Well.

[Long, long legs. Slender. Ideal for wrapping. Larry wets his lips as he turns away and takes another drink. Don't be a fucking animal, Dimmy. She's a person with a mind in that body.]

I'm not in the business of knowing as far as that goes. I think it takes practice.

[He doesn't think much about her being out of time. Most people are. Mr. White is. What a difference twenty years make.]

You should smile. Bet it'd look better on you. Hell, might even help you feel good after awhile.

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[miss_america]

[He looks over at White for a while]

I guess I don't have enough of that.

Thanks.

[And look, a smile. And it's not fake, either, but it is a little sad around the edges]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Everybody loves a blonde one way or another. Who knows if it is genetic or a fairy tale kind of distant ideal. The old man has a small smile on his own face.]

Any time.

[That's a small victory.]

There. Now that's more like it. I knew you had it in you.

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[miss_america]

You seem like a nice man.

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[whitetwoguns]

I can be.

[Sometimes. When he truly, honestly tries. That's not a truth he is willing to say to a stranger. It colors his grin some but it stays on.]

Nice enough to not even try and make trouble for you and your friend.

[Who is going to show up at some point.]

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[miss_america]

Thank you.