Mr. Buckets of Fun / Captain Charleston
"Ah," Steve replied with a slow, understanding nod. "I've heard of this infamous space booze." He'd yet to actually try it. Mostly because he hadn't had the time. He grinned, though. "Well, now I'm curious. What are the options here tonight?" He slipped his hands in his back pocket and studied his old new friend.
How was he tonight? He tilted his head and considered the question. "Well, I'm fit as a fiddle now, so that's a good thing," he said with a smile. "I never want to be sick again." His attention, though, wandered toward the dance floor and he shrugged. "I don't know. Cutting a rug like that?" He returned his gaze to his friend. "Guess it depends on the dance partner." He playfully swatted Bucky's gut. "How about you? Think you'll get out there?"