[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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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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