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( closed ) let's dance

who: Steve Trevor & Loki
what: enjoying Tavernfest by having drinks and dancing
when: now
where: starting at some bar
warnings: none; will update if need be

[ Following Loki's directions isn't difficult, particularly considering how long he's spent studying the streets and getting lost all around the Quarantine over the course of his first few weeks here. Having the name of the place helps too, so if he happens to get the streets mixed up, he simply asks some passer-by for help.

Eventually he gets to the bar Loki picked, stepping inside and taking a look around. It's not too modern or overly sophisticated, but it doesn't look cheap either. He especially likes some of the decorative elements, the swords and shields hanging on the walls. Shrugging off his jacket so he's down to his trousers, shirt and vest, he starts looking at the people in there, spotting a striking figure by the counter with her back turned to him— and he makes his way over, keeping a good distance until he's sure he didn't get it wrong. ]

Loki?

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The other Loki here isn't a bad person, he's just ... frustrated.

[ Sticking a fry in the middle of her cake, she pushes it between them. Picks at the chocolate with her fork. ]

What do you think?

I could sense a little of that.

[ Even over text, it was hard to miss. but he hadn't been overtly hostile, so.

He glances down at the cake, taking that as an invitation for him to help himself. After a moment of pondering, he picks up the fry, dragging a bit of the sticky chocolate frosting with it. ]

No day like today to try new things. [ He shrugs and mouths the fry, letting the sweet and salty flavors mix together. ]

You're gross.

[ But she grins as she says it, notching some of the cake on her fork to reach over and, deliberately resting her chest on the table in full-view, of course, offer him a bite. ]

Try the core, it's thicker.

[ He shrugs at the accusation, humming around the fry. But she wins with her next move, of course, and it's but a moment before Steve's blushing while trying to avert his gaze from her cleavage.

He tries to play if off by leaning in and taking that piece of cake, but then it dawns on him that she pretty much just fed him, and he may or may not be blushing even harder now. (But if he isn't, it's only because he can't.) ]

Mm, [ He nods, swallowing down the cake. ] Very sweet.

It's been said.

[ The flirtatious purr breaks into a sunny smile as she sits back. ]

What about you, Steve, are you like Angela with a long lost love awaiting you back home, or are you a roaming shameless decadent like me?

[ He narrows his eyes. ] I may be gross, but you're terrible.

[ The question that follows lowers his mood considerably, though. For a moment he looks almost surprised at the question. There's an easy answer to that, of course, which is the first one he gives. ]

There's nothing for me back home. [ He is dead, after all. ] I did... I do care deeply about someone, but I never got to know if my feelings were returned. And now she's here too, but— she doesn't remember me, or what little time we had together.

[ He almost wants to laugh bitterly, but he simply shrugs, resigned. ] Fate must be trying to tell me something.

Why don't you ask her on a date, like I did with you? You're both alive here and that counts for something.

[ Loki and Steve being goners back home is a depressing chain of thought she refuses to dwell on. ]

Come on, who is it? I'll ask her out for you, woman to woman. [ Casting a wrist over her forehead, Loki puts on a swooning, singsong voice. ] Ooo, that Steve Trevor! Why, I do declare, his nose sets my heart a-thuddin'! Have you seen his knees? His elbows? What a catch!!

Yes, well, I thought about that, but— it's just... it's complicated. [ He shakes his head. ] The war's not over for her. She thinks about going back more so than anything else, and trust me... she somehow manages to do everything she sets her mind to.

[ And Steve's a coward who is too afraid of having her, then losing her again the moment she has a chance to go back. ]

Oh my God— stop! [ At least she manages a laugh out of him. He waves a hand and shakes his head at her. ] Stop. You will do no such thing. And I'm not telling you who she is, or you might just embarrass me horribly.

His toes are indescribable ... !

[ Sharing a chuckle, she lowers her arm to offer him a hand. ]

You seem to me, in every way, more important than winning a hundred wars, Steve Trevor. If I can see that, then surely she will too.

You haven't even seen my— oh. Never mind.

[ He did wake up on her bed. She probably saw his toes then. And quite a fair bit more of him, too.

Now he's blushing for entirely different reasons. He huffs, looking away for a moment, but letting a hand drop to land close to hers. ]

God with the silver tongue, is what you are. [ He glances back to her finally. ] But I'm afraid you're being too generous. I'm not all that.

Sure you are. I trust it, and the stories we tell ourselves are the truest of all if we believe in them.

[ Her fingers waggle in earnest as she slides an enigmatic smile across the room to the dancefloor. The music is lively. ]

Take me for a spin?

[ From that perspective, she could make just about any story the truth. He wants to point that out, but doesn't. He takes the compliment for what it is instead, and moves on.

He glances across the room, smiling a bit as he spots a few people dancing. Doesn't take much thinking to oblige her, and he takes her hand in his, rising to his feet. ]

Come on.

[ That's how being a reality-warper works, Steve can ponder that again when there isn't some serious fun to be had. Hand in his, she hops to her feet beside him, visibly excited. ]

You're the second dance I've had since I came to the Quarantine. First time I asked Jason Todd, I don't know if you've met, and it was a very different sort of dancefloor. Have you ever been into the basement of Trixie where the club is?

Only second? That seems like quite a waste. [ He's heard there are a lot of festivals and parties around here, even if he hasn't experienced that many himself yet. If this holiday and the last festival are anything to go by, though, Steve hasn't been lied to. ]

No. I walked around the main floor, but never went down there. [ Once they get to the dance floor, he turns around to face her, lifting her hand up and stepping closer so he can place his other hand on her waist. ] What is it like?

I usually dance alone in the kitchen, truth be told. Morning radio. [ It's better than exercising, anyway.

Hand in his and one on his shoulder, she bops about to the beat in his arms, swaying them around. What's the point of a pretty dress if she can't make it flare a little? ]

Trixie is a brick building, the basement used to be a cellar. I opened it up and installed lights around the caverns, it's quite dark but you can always find your way up and out the stairs no matter what.

Ah. I enjoy that, too. There's a lot of new music these days, I like it. [ Well, some of it. Certainly brings cheer to his days, especially right in the morning.

The song is lively but it's not that hard to keep up with it. Steve's not a particularly skilled dancer, as she can likely tell, but at least he doesn't step on her toes. ]

Sounds cozy. [ A little too dark— or maybe he's not imagining it properly. ] And what sort of dancing goes on down there that's so different?

Next time you wake up in my bed, I'll share a dance with you over toast in the morning.

[ Fond as she beams at him, Loki waggles her brows. ]

Ah, I'm not certain I want to contaminate your pure mind with a demonstration ...

[ Even if her remark has his cheeks warming a little, this time he won't let the chance to tease back slip past him. ]

You'll have to work a little harder for that next time. I'm not that easy to get into bed.

[ He's probably going to regret that, isn't he? Yes, he's almost sure he will. Well, too late now. ]

If it's that bad, a verbal description will do. Or just... let me imagine it. [ He probably can't even begin to. ]

Let you imagine it? Alright ...

[ There's a glimmer in her eyes that says Steve just divebombed his way into a pit of mischief and it's all his own fault by giving her license to use words as she sees fit. Loki slows them down to a sway and holds his gaze if she can, her voice dropping to a deep, suggestive tone; he said it himself. Silvertongue. A spell to enchant him to listen. ]

My hands would steal down your chest, pull your hips to mine, yours roaming up the back of my dress to paw your way down for a grope over my rear, giving a tight squeeze because you know it's worth appreciating and in the shadows no one else can see the way I like it. You could feel my breasts pushed up against your shirt. My thigh sliding between yours to rise and fall with the bass of the music pounding through our bones, connecting us so I can ride the way you move ...

[ She'll trail off there in case he has a conniption, nose to nose. ]

[ He realizes, in a distant corner in his head, that he walked himself into this one, that she's doing precisely what he told her to do. Showing, perhaps, wouldn't be as terrible, he thinks for a moment— but then his mind paints a very vivid image, and then he's thankful that she's only giving him words.

Well, thankful isn't the word. They're standing very close right now, and he can almost taste her breath on his lips. For a moment it's almost as though they really are dancing the way she's describing, even if they aren't. ]

That sounds... [ His voice leaves him a moment, and he clears his throat. ] Very— close.

[ It's when she blinks that her smile grows, dipping in to peck him on the cheek. Her hand on his shoulder pats him there, dispelling the moment with a bit of a reality-check. ]

If you ever get over your lady love, or need help with that, you know where I am.

[ That should teach him not to give Loki permission to freely use words. He looks like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment, then he shakes his head, leaning back just a hint as he looks away briefly. ]

Right. [ He doesn't even know what to make of an offer like that. Does he thank her? That seems a bit crass. He offers her a small smile, though, nodding. He can't imagine getting over Diana anytime soon (or ever), but still. ] You make me look like a terrible dancer, distracting me like that.

But you look so lovely when you blush, Steve. I'm a little addicted to it.

[ She tips her head back and watches some of the other dancers, giving him a break from the weight of her stare. ]

Anything fun planned for tomorrow at the non-stop community centre?

You just enjoy embarrassing me. You're a terrible tease.

[ His tone is remarkably devoid of reproach. Maybe he enjoys it just a little bit too. Maybe. ]

Oh, not much. Maybe a football game, but nothing official or anything. It's not incredibly exciting there, you know.

[ A tease who only teases as long as he does like it, giving him a wink. ]

I could drop by to see you, that would be exciting enough.

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