er... hello again

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

There are doors and then there are Doors.

Steve was not looking for a Door. It wasn't even on his mind. But once he steps through it, his breath catches a little and his eyes well up.

He's been gone a long time.


"Bar," he says as he gets onto a stool, "a chocolate egg cream, please."

Coming right up.

[ooc: A quick explainer.]

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve would say it's more complicated than that -- Orpheus was a very charismatic man -- but he just says, "Thank you. I appreciate that."


[ooc: Poor Zinda!]

[zerocharliexray]

"Always happy to buy a round for a man in uniform," she grins, "even if he happens to be out of it at the time."

Maybe especially then, depending on how he'd gotten out of it and whether or not she'd been involved. "So, Steve Rogers – you as fond of cuttin' a rug as your buddy Bucky?"

That dance floor is sure looking mighty lonely.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve chuckles. "Uh, no. I never really learned to dance."

[zerocharliexray]

"No time like the present," she tells him, all amiable encouragement even as she taps her now-empty drink on the bar top. "Another for me, sis, and if you wouldn't mind, a little somethin' for my friend Steve here."

She doesn't specify; Steve can, if he likes, or the Bar will provide. She's got faith.

Zinda picks up her fresh drink – cold beer in a bottle – and winks at him. "If you ever decide you want to pick it up, I'm a pretty good teacher, if I do say so myself."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Bar provides another egg cream. Steve pretty much only drinks alcohol when it’s a special occasion.

… or he’s really, really sad.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he tells Zinda.