I was. Heads were going to roll. At least three major hospitals would've had to find an entirely new legal team, and I'd never have been invited to another one of these things again. [ wait a minute... ] Hold my wine, would you?
[ he does hold it out in the name of the joke but after a quick half-step away he's turning back in with a lopsided grin. did he think he'd find himself having fun at this stupid thing? no. but these things happen. ]
[Though well played on the way Stephen makes as if he's about to head off for some nefarious plan or another; he's got Bucky half convinced and it earns him a genuine laugh when Stephen turns around again. This is kind of fun actually, maybe because Stephen Strange is more willing than Steve Rogers to admit how horrible these types of events truly are. The Over Inflated Lawyer Ego is all but palpable in the room; it'd be unbearable without company.]
Didn't you swear some kind of oath against that kind of thing? Something something dress code is pajamas, something something do no harm?
I'm pretty sure there was a subclause in there somewhere that allows me to kill when convenient.
[ ha ha ha... actually, poor taste and not funny, he really does take his hippocratic oath as seriously as he can, and any other day of the week he might take his own joke to heart. but now, with a little wine and the right company, he'll let it slide. ]
But with that off the table, I'm not sure I want to throw myself into the fray again. We were lucky to be able to come up for air the once, there's no telling what kind of dreary conversation we'll be unavoidably sucked into the vortex of if we risk it.
[Not that they should joke about things that aren't really that funny, but here they are at some stupidly fancy event surrounded by lawyers who, as a rule, don't have a sense of humor. They need to take what they can.
Fortunately, Bucky rather enjoys Stephen's company. And his sense of humor.]
Mmm, this might be an "escape while we still can" situation. With an appropriately grand exit?
[ oh yeah, who would that be? would come the appropriately sarcastic response, but Bucky's moving on and Stephen's listening. ]
You have something in mind?
[ Bucky's already put in quite a performance this evening, but if he wants to finish things up with a bang and a flourish Stephen's not going to say no. having absolutely no intention of returning to these circles, may as well leave a trail of whispers in his wake. ]
[Stephen doesn't really need to voice the response for Bucky to know it's there. His smile says he knows it's there too and really if they didn't have a cultured image to maintain, thinks likely would devolve right into sarcasm and snark. (And they still might, truth be told.)]
The only reason dance floors exist at things like this is because some rich asshole wants to grope his twenty-something armcandy of the week in front of everyone, right? So let's dance.
[Unless, of course, Stephen has a better idea.]
this is until I realise I haven't tagged you back 3 weeks later
[ if Stephen had any other ideas, they've been topped. with a mischievous, gleeful slant to his grin (they're putting on one hell of a show tonight), Stephen plucks up Bucky's wine glass, drains the last mouthful and sets both glasses down on a nearby table before offering out his hand. ]
[The whole purpose of engagements like this, as far as Bucky can tell, are for posturing and one-upmanship. So why not go out with a bang? He smiles as Stephen takes his wineglass, smiles wider when he slips his hand into the other man's, and allows himself to be swept onto the dance floor.]
[ Bucky asks and Stephen doesn't answer straight away, instead weaves them past the groups of people congregated here and there, through the collections already beginning to cluster on the dancefloor, swaying pairs consisting with predictable regularity of old and young.
well, incoming are two for whom time hasn't been quite that straightforward. difficult to say what the gap between them might be, all told, and who's got the greater count. but as for the physical gap, it's getting much smaller very quickly. slap bang in the middle of the floor Stephen finally gives his response by falling into hold, empty palm pressed to Bucky's back. ]
[It's not that hard a dance to follow, thankfully; no Dancing With The Stars level stuff here. Just Stephen stepping close and Bucky leaning into his arm and oh right they're supposed to move a little bit too. It's easy enough; the hard part is keeping from snickering at the looks they're drawing. They're definitely making an impression; Bucky would daresay it's actually a little fun.]
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I was. Heads were going to roll. At least three major hospitals would've had to find an entirely new legal team, and I'd never have been invited to another one of these things again. [ wait a minute... ] Hold my wine, would you?
[ he does hold it out in the name of the joke but after a quick half-step away he's turning back in with a lopsided grin. did he think he'd find himself having fun at this stupid thing? no. but these things happen. ]
rollerblades in late with Starbucks
[Though well played on the way Stephen makes as if he's about to head off for some nefarious plan or another; he's got Bucky half convinced and it earns him a genuine laugh when Stephen turns around again. This is kind of fun actually, maybe because Stephen Strange is more willing than Steve Rogers to admit how horrible these types of events truly are. The Over Inflated Lawyer Ego is all but palpable in the room; it'd be unbearable without company.]
Didn't you swear some kind of oath against that kind of thing? Something something dress code is pajamas, something something do no harm?
stumbles in EVEN LATER...
[ ha ha ha... actually, poor taste and not funny, he really does take his hippocratic oath as seriously as he can, and any other day of the week he might take his own joke to heart. but now, with a little wine and the right company, he'll let it slide. ]
But with that off the table, I'm not sure I want to throw myself into the fray again. We were lucky to be able to come up for air the once, there's no telling what kind of dreary conversation we'll be unavoidably sucked into the vortex of if we risk it.
"glacial" is an acceptable pace okay
[Not that they should joke about things that aren't really that funny, but here they are at some stupidly fancy event surrounded by lawyers who, as a rule, don't have a sense of humor. They need to take what they can.
Fortunately, Bucky rather enjoys Stephen's company. And his sense of humor.]
Mmm, this might be an "escape while we still can" situation. With an appropriately grand exit?
you are a gem and a delight
You have something in mind?
[ Bucky's already put in quite a performance this evening, but if he wants to finish things up with a bang and a flourish Stephen's not going to say no. having absolutely no intention of returning to these circles, may as well leave a trail of whispers in his wake. ]
no you
The only reason dance floors exist at things like this is because some rich asshole wants to grope his twenty-something armcandy of the week in front of everyone, right? So let's dance.
[Unless, of course, Stephen has a better idea.]
this is until I realise I haven't tagged you back 3 weeks later
Let's.
lol no worries, life is life sometimes
You lead, I'll armcandy?
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well, incoming are two for whom time hasn't been quite that straightforward. difficult to say what the gap between them might be, all told, and who's got the greater count. but as for the physical gap, it's getting much smaller very quickly. slap bang in the middle of the floor Stephen finally gives his response by falling into hold, empty palm pressed to Bucky's back. ]
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