(A/N: This is a ficlet set in the 40's. If you've read Dimple, it's like that but with Steve. Hope you enjoy! Leave a comment.)

Loud laughter was heard coming from the jazz club on a late New York night. The moon was shining brightly and the pavement was shining like silver, as it had just rained during the day. Explosive, loud jazz was emitting from the club and pouring out into the street.

A pretty brown thing pushed her way through the crowd, her red dress tight, almost obscenely so. She had a single cigarette in her hand and a lighter in the other, her nails painted a pretty red to match her dress. Her hair was pressed straight and pinned to her head in nice waves, a little flattened hat pinned to the side of her head.

The woman's name was Lenore Beacon and she was a known face around the area; everyone knew she was a wise cracking gal with a face that belonged in the pictures. She could always be seen in something red, that was her signature color and even though she couldn't afford designer clothes, she had a talent with sewing. Lenore could make a second hand dress look like it belonged in the Macy's window.

With being known for her quick mouth, the ebony dish was also known for her gams and how she moved them. Lenore Beacon was the best dancer on this side of the Brooklyn bridge. She could keep up with the best of them and even trip some of them up! The dame could always be found at this particular club every night at the same time and some patrons only came to see her dance. She didn't let it get to her head though, she still had to go to school everyday to please her ma. But her dream was to be on the stage, kicking up her legs with the best.

The dazzling dancer covered in red pushed the door open to the club and knocked her cigarette against the wall, pushing the tobacco down. She struck the match to light it when she heard what sounded like a groan. She waved her match out but kept the stick in her mouth, debating whether to check it out or not.

"Twenty cents? Two dimes? That's all you got chump?" The voice of her good friend Frankie exclaimed from the alleyway.

Lenore furrowed her brows and walked over to the alley, peeking from around the corner. Frankie, the brute, was standing over some peewee and looking through his wallet. The beauty sighed and took the ciggy from her mouth, her heels clicking against the pavement as she walked into the alley. "Frankie, Frankie, Frank-e." The girl chimed, a dark brow raised, "Didn't Sal tell ya ta' leave the kids alone?"

A sheepish smile spread against Frankie's handsome face and he shrugged, "We were just having a discussion, me and my pal here, uh…" The man trailed, trying to think of a name.

"Steve." The boy sprawled out on old boxes croaked out.

"Steve!" Frankie repeated with a sly grin, "See? He just owed me some money, Lennie."

Lenore crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, "Frankie I know ya don't think I was born last night." She quipped before motioning behind her with her head, "Go."

Frankie's smile dropped and he sneered at the boy on the boxes, throwing his wallet to him with a scowl. He turned back to Lennie and passed by her with a smirk, going back into the club.

Lenore shook her head and clacked up to the poor boy, holding her hand out for him to take it. To her surprise, a white hand encased hers. She helped the boy up, grimacing at his busted lip. "Jesus kid," She exclaimed, putting her hands on his frail shoulders, "You okay?"

Steve Rogers looked up at the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life. She was just an inch taller than him and in the dim illumination of a single street light, she looked like an angel. Her eyes were a dark brown and he could just make out her irises. Her full brows flowed down to a pretty button nose and her nose gave way to full lips that were painted red. Her lashes fluttered with every blink and he swore he could feel air fanning against his face.

"Hello?" The woman uttered, looking from one of his eyes to the other, "Do ya got a concussion or somethin'?"

The frail boy swallowed thickly and shook his head, beginning to stammer, "N-n-no. I'm s-s-sorry. I'm f-f-fine."

The pretty girl couldn't help the laugh and Steve's face fell. He turned away from her as his cheeks were aflame. "Hey," The beauty sighed, lightly pushing his head to face her again. She was smiling, but it seemed more like a smirk, "I wasn't laughin' at ya stutter or nothin'. Ya just lookin' at me like I'm the second comin'." Her reassurance didn't help Steve one bit, it only proved to make him stammer even more. The sound of the girl laughing again began made Steve stop trying to talk, he just looked up at her bashfully.

Lenore Beacon couldn't help but be tickled at this little guy blushing and stuttering all because of her. It was endearing to say the least and she didn't mean to laugh at the sweetie. "I'm Lenore Dolores Beacon, but everybody but my mama calls me Lennie." She held out her hand for him to shake and he did holding on to it a little too long. Lennie smiled, "Ya supposed ta' tell me ya name."

"Uh, ah." The boy stammered, before taking a deep breath, "My name really is Steve. Steven Grant Rogers."

"It's nice to meet you, Steven Grant Rogers." Lennie mimicked his light voice with a wink, letting go of his hand. "Now I live down the street and I ain't never seen ya around. How'd ya get over here?"

Steve tried to calm his heart down but every time he looked up at Lennie it tried to jump out of his chest. "My buddy Bucky set us up on a double date, but uh," He smiled shyly, "My date didn't like me too much. So I just told 'em I would walk home but I got lost…"

Lennie pouted at his tale, feeling a little sorry for the guy. "Oh what a drag! I hate it when dates don't go right." She scowled at the thought, before looking to Steve again, "Do ya even live in Brooklyn, Stevie?"

The blonde boy's stomach flipped at the nickname coming from Lennie's lips and nodded, chuckling nervously, "Yeah, I think I know where I went wrong. So, uh," He cleared his throat, "I should be goin' now, Miss Lennie. Thank ya for your help." He nodded to her before walking around her, trying not to embarrass himself further.

"Oh nu uh, Stevie!" Lennie called, running up to him and hooking her arm around his, "Ya can't get rid of me that easy, I'mma walk ya home."

"B-b-but-!" Steve tried to protest but the pretty woman shook her head.

"It'll be fun! Like a date, since ya other one was so terrible. Ugh, I honestly hate that, when ya get all pretty fa' somebody and they act like total drips." Lennie rambled, a scowl on her pretty face. Steve didn't reply to her and she looked over to see him beat red. The copper girl let go of her new friend and giggled, spinning around as they continued on their journey. "So Stevie," She started, beginning to skip, "What do ya do? Are ya in school?"

"N-n-no." Steve shook his head, smiling shyly at Lennie, "I do odd jobs here and there, but I'm really interested in joining the armed forces, to protect the country and all."

Lennie smiled back at Steve but her eyes surveyed him; who would let him join the army? The poor guy was wheezing and they were just walking. But then again, a lot of people would say that about Lennie and her dream, so she just nodded. "That's real brave, Steve." She stated honestly.

Steve grinned at the compliment before asking, "What about you, Miss Lennie?"

"Okay, if this date is going to work, ya can't call me 'Miss'." Lennie chided playfully before smiling, "I go to school now, on a count of my ma, but I want to be a dancer." She beamed as she twirled around, "Can't ya just see me on a stage with all the lights on me? Performing Swan Lake and all those other ballets. Or on a big screen starring in my own movie, Lennie Beacon as Cleopatra." She breathed, stars in her eyes, "I also want to be the first negra Rockette, but I'm not to hopped up 'bout that."

Her blonde date stared at her glazed eyes and beaming smile, mirroring it on his own face. She was right. She did belong on a big screen with millions of people admiring her, she was beautiful. "Remember to send me a ticket." Steve chimed and Lennie looked over to him with shining eyes.

"Well of course!" The copper woman exclaimed, "How could I forget my first white date." She glanced over to him with a smirk and he laughed, so hard in fact he started to wheeze. "Geez Stevie it wasn't that funny." Lennie muttered, patting him on the back.

"I'm sorry." Steve coughed, standing straight again. Embarrassed would be an understatement for how he was feeling.

Lennie smiled reassuringly, rubbing his back as they continued to walk, "How long have ya been sick?"

"All my life." The boy replied, shaking his head, "I'm just a sickly person." He looked down at his loafers with a frown.

"I didn't walk 'till I was three." The pretty girl stated out of the blue, "And look at me now! I can twirl and plie and do splits and jumping jacks! One day you will too, Stevie."

Steve smiled smally at the gesture, knowing that all of that would be impossible for him. But he still walked a little closer to her. His eyes widened when she boldly took his hand in hers. They made it to his apartment building and climbed the stairs, Steve moving his mat to get the key there. He unlocked his door and shivered a bit at the cold, letting Lennie in behind him. He shut the door and took off his coat, hanging it up on the rack.

"Ya live here alone?" Lennie questioned, taking off her shoes and placing them by the door. She looked around the small apartment and saw some pictures on the wall of a blonde woman and Steve.

"Yeah," The boy called from his bathroom, "My ma passed away not too long ago so it's just me."

Lennie nodded and sat on the small couch in the living room, taking a foot in her hands and massaging it. Those damn heels were cute but she was in pain and she had to walk all the way back home. The pretty girl's brows furrowed as she got an idea. "Hey Stevie," She called, trying to think of a way to ask without sounding scandalous.

"Yeah?" Steve answered, still in the bathroom.

"I know this sounds loony but my feet hurt real bad and I really-!"

"You can stay Lennie." The owner of the apartment interjected, "You can take my bed and I'll take the couch."

"Thank you, Stevie but don't be silly." Lennie stood from the couch and padded to the bathroom, seeing Steve begin to brush his teeth. "You take your bed and I'll take the couch."

Steve shook his head, pulling the brush out of his mouth, "It's my house so you take the bed." He insisted, spitting into the sink. Without her heels on, Lennie was his height and he looked right into her eyes as he asserted, "That's final, Lennie."

The woman rolled her eyes but nodded nonetheless, "Fine, fine. You're the boss, Steven Grant." She saluted him and went into his bedroom, unpinning her hat and letting her hair fall down to her shoulders. She took out her mother's earrings and grabbed a tissue to wipe her lipstick off. She unzipped her pretty red dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in only a slip. She folded the dress in half and put it on the dresser.

Lennie walked out of the bedroom and Steve gasped, covering his eyes. She rolled her own, crossing her arms, "Oh don't blow ya top, Rogers, it's just a slip. Ain't ya ever seen a girl in a slip before?" Steve, now beet red, shook his head. Lennie sighed and marched right up to the boy, taking both his hands in hers and prying them from his eyes, only for his lids to be shut tight. "I hope 'm not that ugly." The brunette pouted, giving up and going into the kitchen. She grabbed a dish rag and opened his icebox, taking out some cubes. Lennie put them in the rag and walked back to Steve, taking his hand and putting the rag in it, then pressing it to his busted lip. The beauty smirked as she padded back to the bedroom, "Good night, Steve." She teased before closing the door.

Steve opened his eyes and glanced at his bedroom door before letting out a sigh. He put his hand over his heart and willed it to stop beating so, slumping down on the couch. How in the world did he get in this situation? A beautiful woman was sleeping in his bedroom. A beautiful dancer was sleeping in his bedroom. Gosh, if only Bucky could see it. He wouldn't believe him just by word of mouth, he would need to see it. The blonde put rag down, now wet with melted ice and laid back on the couch, covering himself with a blanket and trying his hardest to sleep with all the excitement.

In the morning, Steve was woken up by insistent knocks on his front door. He groaned and got up from the couch, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He opened the door without a second thought, Bucky rushing past him as he usually did.

"Rise and shine, Rogers!" The tall boy exclaimed, ruffling his friend's hair. "Ya slept in today, but we gotta head down to the gym if we're gonna get a spot!" Steve groaned and closed his door, running a hand down his face. "Speaking of, where did ya run off to last night? I was lookin' everywhere for ya, jerk. Vivan was really startin' ta-!" Bucky paused, catching sight of some ruby red slippers next to the door. He turned to his best friend, a wolfish grin appearing on his face. "Ya animal! Ya didn't…"

Steve furrowed his brows and turned to see what he was talking about. His blue eyes widened and he gulped, shaking his head, "It's not what ya think, Buck."

"I think that ya finally did it, ya finally traded ya card in for cash!" Bucky shouted and Steve tried to quiet him down. That only made the tanned boy smirk wider, "She's still here? Oh I gotta see this!"

Steve yanked on Bucky's arm with all his might, "Please don't, we didn't do anything. She's just my friend!"

Bucky turned back to Steve with a sly smile, "Just ya friend? And why haven't I met this dame?"

"We met yesterday, she walked me home."

"Yesterday?" The tanned boy whistled lowly, "Movin' a little fast there, Steve." Steve scoffed and opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted when the bedroom door opened.

Lennie appeared soon after, her hair tousled and her eyes glossy. She was just in her slip and even after a night of sleep she still looked like the most dazzling thing on Earth. She stretched her arms out and let out a yawn, only then noticing the two boys who were staring at her. She blinked, "Good mornin'." Lennie greeted before going into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Bucky turned back to Steve with his jaw on the ground and wide eyes. He hit his friend on the shoulder, "Where in the world did ya find a dame like that?"

"She sorta found me." Steve answered sheepishly, glancing at his bathroom door.

"But she's Grade A, certified premium beef. Those gams, that body, Jesus Christ, I think I'm in love." Bucky put a hand over his chest and glanced at Steve, "Ya said she's just ya friend right?" Steve's face heated but he nodded, regretting his earlier words. Bucky grinned and smoothed his hair back, flipping his collar, while Steve frowned, sad that he'd lose another to his best friend.

Lennie came out the bathroom with another yawn, placing her hand against her forehead. As she made her way back to the bedroom, she was stopped by a pretty tan boy with bright blue eyes. "Mornin' doll." The boy greeted, taking her hand in his, "I don't think we've met properly, I'm Bucky Barnes." He stated, brushing his lips against her knuckles, "And since you've been so gracious as to bless my eyes with ya beauty, I was thinkin' of returning the favor by takin' ya down to the Dime Club ta' cut a rug tonight."

Lennie blinked and glanced at Steve before looking back at this 'Bucky'. He was cute, she could admit that. But he was too smooth; she wondered how many other gals got this same spiel. It was like it was a routine, take a hand, kiss it and introduce the idea of a date. She had heard it many times before. To be quite honest, she found Steve's stutter more endearing than whatever this was. But Lennie liked to tease, so she grinned prettily, stepping closer to Mister Barnes. "It's nice to meet ya, Bucky." She breathed, looking into his eyes, "But I doubt ya could keep up with me." With that she shut the bedroom door in his face.

Steve wanted to laugh but he covered it with a cough, frowning up at his best friend.

Behind the door, Lennie was snickering as she got dressed. She pulled the dress from last night on and fastened her earrings on her ears. She decided to leave her hair down and puffy, not really having any other choice. She opened the door again to see Bucky still standing there with a shocked look on his face. She bit her lip to keep her laugh in and stepped around him, smiling at Steve. "Thanks for lettin' me stay, Stevie."

Steve shrugged sheepishly, smiling at her, "It was no problem, you can drop by anytime."

"I might just take ya up on that." Lennie winked, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. She pulled away and toed her shoes on, "If ya ever take a wrong turn again, come find me!" The beauty smiled and with one last wink, she was gone.