[ It doesn't seem like it, she nearly says. But that's not true. This party is intended to dazzle them away from the threat of war, isn't it? Those that aren't already entangled in it. That haven't already seen their loved ones off.
She cranes her head and follows his finger to the source. A small man in a slightly too-big suit, seated on a table, talking animatedly with someone she remembers to be a contemporary artist.
In her eyes, a similar conspiratorial gleam. ]
Are you cautious about everything? Even stealing into parties you weren't invited to?
Oh? And how do you know I'm not the son of an oil tycoon or a banker? I could own a newspaper, you don't know.
( Bucky grins at her and then gives her a wink. Surely one girl knowing he snuck in isn't going to get him tossed out, is it? If it does, it does. Steve's being a hell of a lot more overt about making a splash than he is. )
[ Daphne can't quite keep a straight face, but she tries. If he was the son of an oil tycoon, she'd eat her left sock. ]
You may fool them, [ she jerks her chin at the occupants inside the house. ] But I am not so easily taken in. I am far more discerning. [ Mock ego, but it's not all ego. Surely someone else had noticed, but nobody else had said anything. She's suddenly grateful for that. ]
Not Manhattan, that's for damn sure. I'm from Brooklyn. My buddy and I took the train up here because he wanted to sneak in. No idea where he heard about a party like this even existing, though.
( Bucky gives her a curious look. )
Do you like it here? Not just New York - Manhattan specifically?
[ Her eyes glint as she watches him. She's watching him too closely, too much. Someone else would notice, were there anyone else to notice. ]
I would like it a great deal more under different circumstances. [ A non-answer if ever there was one. She follows it up before he can make the observation: ]
It's different than London. Much more... liberal, I suppose. Very lively. Young might be the word I'm looking for.
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She cranes her head and follows his finger to the source. A small man in a slightly too-big suit, seated on a table, talking animatedly with someone she remembers to be a contemporary artist.
In her eyes, a similar conspiratorial gleam. ]
Are you cautious about everything? Even stealing into parties you weren't invited to?
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( Bucky grins at her and then gives her a wink. Surely one girl knowing he snuck in isn't going to get him tossed out, is it? If it does, it does. Steve's being a hell of a lot more overt about making a splash than he is. )
You got me. What gave it away?
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You may fool them, [ she jerks her chin at the occupants inside the house. ] But I am not so easily taken in. I am far more discerning. [ Mock ego, but it's not all ego. Surely someone else had noticed, but nobody else had said anything. She's suddenly grateful for that. ]
Where are you from, then? Tell me.
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( Bucky gives her a curious look. )
Do you like it here? Not just New York - Manhattan specifically?
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I would like it a great deal more under different circumstances. [ A non-answer if ever there was one. She follows it up before he can make the observation: ]
It's different than London. Much more... liberal, I suppose. Very lively. Young might be the word I'm looking for.
[ Pause. ]
I've never been to Boston.