[ 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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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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