[Steve's proud of himself. He found a costume that he remembered not only the movies that inspired it, but he's seen them. They'd been on his list and he'd managed to get to them before everything had gone south. He feels strange getting dressed up to go to a party when he should be working hard to save his world, but everyone needs a break now and then and he's got Bucky to think of. A best friend that he was still catching up and demanded that they go out.

It was hard to argue with said best friend. He'd do anything for him. A song comes on that he doesn't know, not that it bothers him, and he bobs his head gently to the music of Michael Jackson's Thriller while waiting for his best guy to come back with some drinks. He tips his head towards the person nearest him.]

You know, back in my day. The wildest dance was a two-step.

[This, all the coordinated hand waving. It's beyond him.]

[He doesn't like it. At all. Which is clear by the sour expression on his face, but for some reason, he keeps sipping it. Steve blames it on the unusual sensations that he longs to understand.]

Who came up with this?

[Firework. A drink that was enrapturing with the display it put on but he didn't like the bubbly feeling in his stomach.]

How'd they make it do this?

[Science or magic, though they were possibly one and the same. Steve isn't asking anyone in particular,vjust anyone close enough to notice his concerned expression.]

[Steve is new to the game and is still figuring out the pecking order of things. He'll be at Mandy's for the night and I'm open to all forms of threading. Hit one of my prompts, make up your own, or hit me up to plot @ barebone.]