Peggy had called off work the moment she got back upstairs, not giving a damn about Dooley's complaints or Thompson's insults. The only hesitation she had was when Sousa asked her where she was going. She liked him well enough, but Steve's sudden return shouldn't be relegated to office gossip, so she merely demurred and made up an excuse about a sick aunt. From there, it was straight home, because while she didn't want to reuse a dress, she also didn't want to waste any time.
She wore the gold dress that she'd worn undercover, aware that it would sparkle in the lights. The bad memories that went with it could be washed away, she hoped, but then, so many things she could wear had ill shadows cast on them. Peggy couldn't really relegate any of them to the past so easily.
She'd come to the Stork Club only the once before. It had been the date they'd been supposed to meet. She'd sat at the bar, drinking, and didn't dance the once. Tonight, she knows will be different. She puts her hair in an updo, curls falling over the nape of her neck, walking inside and feeling terribly nervous about all of this.
What if he's not here? What if something's happened to him?
It doesn't take long for her to place Howard in the fracas and with him...Steve. Frozen at the door, she clutches her purse a little tighter, beginning to let the crowd drift her towards him, feeling unsteady as she approaches, her heart beating hard in her chest.
When she reaches him, she stops two feet shy, looking up (despite her three inch gold heels), a hungry look on her face he ought to recognize. "It seems I'm late, this time."
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Date: 2018-12-13 02:23 am (UTC)She wore the gold dress that she'd worn undercover, aware that it would sparkle in the lights. The bad memories that went with it could be washed away, she hoped, but then, so many things she could wear had ill shadows cast on them. Peggy couldn't really relegate any of them to the past so easily.
She'd come to the Stork Club only the once before. It had been the date they'd been supposed to meet. She'd sat at the bar, drinking, and didn't dance the once. Tonight, she knows will be different. She puts her hair in an updo, curls falling over the nape of her neck, walking inside and feeling terribly nervous about all of this.
What if he's not here? What if something's happened to him?
It doesn't take long for her to place Howard in the fracas and with him...Steve. Frozen at the door, she clutches her purse a little tighter, beginning to let the crowd drift her towards him, feeling unsteady as she approaches, her heart beating hard in her chest.
When she reaches him, she stops two feet shy, looking up (despite her three inch gold heels), a hungry look on her face he ought to recognize. "It seems I'm late, this time."