Steve Rogers || Captain America (shield) wrote in wtnvgame,
Felicity & Steve
Event nights were always just a hair busier than Steve anticipated. But, for the most part, he didn’t mind the bustle. Being in Emma’s club, now that she was gone, was like hitting a raw bruise into a doorknob: an aggravating pain made worse by the knowledge that you were doing it to yourself. Being of service helped take his mind off of Emma Frost, and because it had been a while since the Avengers were called to arms, having a job was the next best thing. Before the war, he used to bartend back in Brooklyn. The 1930s felt like a few lifetimes ago these days. The drinks he made at the St. George hotel were simple and couldn’t hold a candle to the intricate menu he’d designed for tonight. But, making drinks was still a repetitive task, and he could rely on muscle memory for some of the work while he chatted to the patrons.
“Of course.” He said, smiling as he sat a bright red napkin and heart-shaped coaster down on the marble bar counter in front of Felicity. She wasn’t someone that Steve knew particularly well, although if his memory served him well (and it always did), she’d been in Night Vale for quite some time, and her daughter Mia was a regular at Wanda - now Billy Kaplan’s - daycare. She looked radiant in the pink, florals-and-vines dress that she was wearing, but Rogers could sense a little reluctance in her body language. So far tonight, plenty of people had stumbled up the bar while surveying the crowds, ready to take full advantage of the lonely hearts atmosphere, but she seemed a little reserved. While Rogers didn’t know the specifics, he could certainly relate.
After ducking under the counter for a fresh bottle of sparkling rosé, he turned his attention to Felicity. “Quite the party, tonight, isn’t it?”