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[latenightfondue]

"Tough look, pal, I ain't available right now, but if y'leave a message I'll be sure to get back to you in a jiffy."

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[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah.

[ He lifts his gaze, then lets it drop, clearly not interested. ]

[latenightfondue]

Y'could be more pleased.

[ Supping at the beer, leaning across the table, lowering his voice. ] If y'interested, I could put in a word? See if she'd be interested.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Shaking his head. ] Nah, c'mon. I don't need you to set me up.

[latenightfondue]

[ Eyeing him. ] I ain't seen you with a dame since I got here.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Side-eyes. ] Maybe I'm jus' more subtle'n you.

[latenightfondue]

There's nothing subtle 'bout you, buddy.

[yourbestguysgun]

So why the sudden interest?

[latenightfondue]

Noticed it for a while, just don't seem like you.

[yourbestguysgun]

Maybe y'just got the wrong impression o' me.

[latenightfondue]

So y'ain't the ladies man everyone seems to think you are?

[yourbestguysgun]

Even if I were, y'wouldn't know.

[latenightfondue]

You don't think I'm a pretty little lady?

[ Pouting, giving him puppy eyes, or something close to it across the table. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Rolling his own. ] You're a creep.

[latenightfondue]

Hey, c'mon, you know you love me. [ Starting on the beer. ] You're not feeling no one, pal.

[yourbestguysgun]

Uh huh. How's life on cloud cookoo land for you

[latenightfondue]

Y'would've let that big old worn monster eat me for breakfast if y'hated me as much as you make appear, pal.

[ He waves the neck of the bottle at him, pointedly, with an eyebrow wriggle. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

I only did it for Cap, so don't get your eyes all wet.

[latenightfondue]

Y'could've told him anything you wanted, made out like you couldn't do anything.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bluntly. ] I don't lie to Steve.

[latenightfondue]

[ Oh look the alcohol is gone. He turns around, calls out to the barmaid as if he owns the place. ] Another round over here, sweetheart.

[ Leaning clumsily across the table. ] Y'wanna know something? I can't lie to the guy, either, must be something 'bout him.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He just ends up pulling a face in Howard's direction. ] You're telling me you tell Steve the whole truth and nothing but?

[latenightfondue]

Hey, I tried to lie to the guy, but the truth just spills out. Is it that hard to believe?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Shrugging. ] Whatever. He's been tricking plenty of people into the truth his entire life, y'ain't news.

[latenightfondue]

Y'mean he does that on purpose? Crafty fella.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Shrugging. ] He's just one of those guys.