Peggy is keeping an eye on Steve and their mark, gauging body language, facial micro-expressions, and a number of other variables to ensure she doesn't go too early. After all, the last thing she wants is to rush this mission, not only for the potential risk of failure, but also because the longer this goes on, the longer she gets to simply pretend that it's all real. Eventually, she excuses herself and makes her way over to the drinks, taking the long route that brings her by Steve and the man. "Darling," she announces with delight, hand to his chest as she positions herself in front of the Russian, smiling winsomely at him.
"I hope he's not bending your ear with all sorts of boring trivia about motorcycles, this man and his hobby," she teases, squeezing his arm as she hangs on, as if for dear life. "Do you drive one of those awful machines too?"
The mark seems plenty distracted not by her smile, but by the cleavage lower, though he does try to hide it. Still, Peggy is glad that 'by any means' will help in that case. "Ah, no, I have an Oldsmobile. Not quite so fast."
"What colour?" Peggy asks, feigning interest. "I bet if you painted it cherry red, it would seem all the faster."
He makes a face, tells her 'blue', and she makes a disappointed noise, but at least now she knows which car to look out for. "Now, what were the two of you talking about, really?" she asks, of Steve, curling into the heat of his body, fitting herself in as neatly as if she's always belonged there.
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Date: 2017-05-02 01:56 pm (UTC)"I hope he's not bending your ear with all sorts of boring trivia about motorcycles, this man and his hobby," she teases, squeezing his arm as she hangs on, as if for dear life. "Do you drive one of those awful machines too?"
The mark seems plenty distracted not by her smile, but by the cleavage lower, though he does try to hide it. Still, Peggy is glad that 'by any means' will help in that case. "Ah, no, I have an Oldsmobile. Not quite so fast."
"What colour?" Peggy asks, feigning interest. "I bet if you painted it cherry red, it would seem all the faster."
He makes a face, tells her 'blue', and she makes a disappointed noise, but at least now she knows which car to look out for. "Now, what were the two of you talking about, really?" she asks, of Steve, curling into the heat of his body, fitting herself in as neatly as if she's always belonged there.