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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[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.

[miss_america]

[He sighs but it's not a weary sigh, it's more like a we're terrible at this sight]

He doesn't care?

[yourbestguysgun]

In my defense? It was the curse's fault, he read all the letters, remember? So he's still got those memories, and I tried to tell him they were wrong, but he wouldn't bite.

[miss_america]

He was telling me we need to take advantage of this.

[A slow flush this time]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Is that a sly grin. ]

He's got a point.

[miss_america]

We can start with a dance.

[yourbestguysgun]

Planned on it.

[ There's a place just down the street, it's not quite as quaint as Rosella's bar, but there's no one there that really knows Bucky anyway, so they can get away it. Plus it's almost like a dance hall.

Holding the door open, trying to hide his smile. ] After you.

[miss_america]

I'm only letting you do that today because of the way I look.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ His eyebrows lift, and there's nothing, nothing that could hide that devilish smirk. ]

I know, still milking it.

[miss_america]

[Steve leans over and kisses him because he wants to wipe that smirk away, damn it]

Jerk.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ It does, because maybe he's a little lovesick, okay? But his laugh is soft when he follows, a hand at the small of Steve's back. ]

You'd hate if I were anything less.