What was in that drink?
[ooc: For msrogers, continued from here.]
Bucky didn't sit down when he handed Steph the pizza. Had too much to do still, and he felt restless. He ran the water in the kitchen sink till it was icy cold, then ran a dishcloth under it. Turning off the water and squeezing out the excess that had collected in the towel, he turned to face Steph
Steph's questioning as to what was in the tea shot his brow skyward. "Really? You're blaming the tea?" He shook his head, but couldn't help a grin as he approached her. "Alright, where do you need it?" Meaning the cloth, of course. Good thing Steph didn't tend to pick up on innuendo.
Bucky didn't sit down when he handed Steph the pizza. Had too much to do still, and he felt restless. He ran the water in the kitchen sink till it was icy cold, then ran a dishcloth under it. Turning off the water and squeezing out the excess that had collected in the towel, he turned to face Steph
Steph's questioning as to what was in the tea shot his brow skyward. "Really? You're blaming the tea?" He shook his head, but couldn't help a grin as he approached her. "Alright, where do you need it?" Meaning the cloth, of course. Good thing Steph didn't tend to pick up on innuendo.