( closed ) let's dance

[rightly]

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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[ikols]

[ There can't be many women over six-feet tall in extra heels at the bar and so Steve easily spots her as she tries to order something like fries with dip; difficult during Tavernfest when meat is the biggest seller and more prominently available. That's the idea for tonight, however, to break away a little from the 'suffocatingly Asgardian' (as her twin put it) nature of the costumed holiday and experience a little diversity. At the sound of her name Loki turns around and beams, looking less like herself than usual yet entirely comfortable. ]

Steve! I thought you were going to be fashionably late.

[ Wearing dark victory-rolls in styled hair and a dress (green, naturally) that brings out her eyes, the godling has turned herself into a version that wouldn't be out of place in Steve's era. The only splash of red stretches across her painted lips in a smile.

She has indeed had enough of armour. ]