Roadtrip psl

[behexed]

[Wanda pulls into the garage of Bucky's building to meet him at his request. She was surprised to get the call but she wasn't mad. She'd been hiding out on her own for awhile now, and it was starting to wear on her. A change of scenery and some company wouldn'tbe unwelcome]

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[leftcold]

We can listen to this for a while, then whatever you like later. There will be a lot of driving time.

[behexed]

What makes you think I don't like 40s music?

[leftcold]

Do you like 40s music?

[behexed]

I like some 40s music. Sinatra is classic, you know.

[leftcold]

That's not a real answer. Everyone likes Sinatra.

[behexed]

Do they?

What about Billie Holiday?

[leftcold]

Billie Holiday. A lot of people didn't used to like Billie Holiday.

[behexed]

No? I suppose...that doesn’t surprise me.

[She glances at him]

It sounds like you did, though.

[leftcold]

She has a hell of a voice. Had a hell of a voice.

[You know. That's how it works.]

[behexed]

Yes. She did.

Who else do you like?

[leftcold]

I don't know. Things you could dance to. I liked to dance back then.

[behexed]

Like big band? The Jitterbug?

[leftcold]

Yeah, sure. I wouldn't mind a slow dance either, though.

[behexed]

Both have their merits, I think.

[leftcold]

Well. They did, at least.

[behexed]

You don't think they do any more?

[leftcold]

I don't think I'll be dancing anytime soon.

[behexed]

[She was talking more in general but]

Because you don't want to? Or something else?

[leftcold]

I don't think I know how anymore.

[behexed]

You might surprise yourself.

[leftcold]

For the time being, doesn't matter much. We're driving instead of dancing.

[behexed]

I’m driving. One hundred and six is too old to drive.

[She’s kidding. Probably.]

[leftcold]

I'd say I was driving before you were even born, but it would probably prove your point, huh?

[behexed]

[Amused]

Just a little bit.

[leftcold]

Not that I mind letting you drive, but you might regret that stance eight hours from now. Or eight days.