In the man's arms she stepped along to the song, following his lead she moved where he did. Sergeant Barnes seemed happy that she had said yes to his request. Though as soon as she was there she did not really know what to say at all, dancing with a deadman was a strange thing to do. And she had not thought of it before, but now, she was so sad for the boy who had lead her to the dance floor. Her usually well managed facial features must have shown her horror at the situation she had gotten herself into, because the man squeezed the hand he held to get her attention.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he looked down at her, and she immediately composed herself and smiled.

"I think so, I just usually don't dance with strangers." she laughed, "I just don't wanna embarrass myself."

"Trust me, you're doing just fine." he stepped back and spun her around, before bring his hand back to her waist and facing her. "Besides, I'm not a stranger am I?"

"You become more of a friend every second my dear Sergeant Barnes."

"Please call me Bucky." as the music ended and a song with a quicker pace came on she found herself trying to leave the dance floor. But he held the by the hand and asked, "You don't like this song?"

"Its-" listening to the quick notes, and horns that were being played at a quick tempo. She had not really ever danced to music like that, and while it was fine to listen to, she did not know how to dance along to it in the slightest. "It's, not my favorite."

The man raised an eyebrow and shrugged, deciding to lead her off of the dance floor. Moving her hand to the crook of his elbow, he laid his opposing hand on top of hers securing her there. The dance had been short and for much of it she had been distracted by her thoughts of Bucky and his fate. As he lead her to a table he pulled a chair out for her, offering her a seat. Which she took with a smile, of course her smile concealed her thoughts of sadness. She would hate for him to die, he seemed a decent fellow.

"So if this music isn't your favorite, what is?" as she met his bright eyes she thought about it for a moment, and then came up with a joke for herself that he would not understand. Leaning forward towards him,

"The kind that hasn't been written yet." With a furrowed brow, an asymmetrical smile, and a tilt of his head he laughed at her statement. Then he leaned forward to ask,

"What doe music that hasn't been written yet sound like?" after he spoke she leaned forward a little more and mimicked his smile.

"I don't know. I guess we'll have to wait and see." In that moment he seemed utterly charmed by her. Taking hand he lifted it fiddling with a ring that was perfectly fit to her index finger. Usually she would never let herself be so vulnerable with a person that she was not trying to get something out of, but this was the past. And this was a dead man, there was little harm that could come of her being friendly, and mostly honest, with this man. It also felt good to be with a person who did not think of her as anything but a woman.

"I'm sure it will sound amazing as long as I have a pretty girl to listen to it with."

"Are you always so charming?"

"Are you?" the quick witted statement caught her off guard and she burst out into a laugh. Shaking her head, making her well groomed hair sway with her movements.

Bucky was a good man, it was such a shame that he would soon be gone. But for now he was alive, and Marian felt that she could give him a good time for now. For tonight she would drink with him, and maybe she would dance with him, if he asked her too, and she would talk with him as well. She was sure that he would have many good nights, and she felt compelled to make this one of them. And it wouldn't break any of the rules that her mother had given to her to spend a single night with the man. So she turned her attention towards the young man and responded to his question,

"Only when there is a a handsome man, who I wanna make laugh." her words mirrored the sentence that he had spoken to her earlier. As the song faded out in the background, and another song began Marian looked out to the dance floor and watched the quick movements of the men and women. And as she watched, she was certain that she could mimic the movements, it would not be harder than fighting.

"So I'm handsome?"

"Yes." she turned her head back to him, "And don't act like you don't know it."

"Yes, ma'am." he signaled for the their previous orders to be brought to them again. Then turned to her, "So what were you studying over here?"

"I was studying language, but a good bit of the students left, as well as some professors, so now-" she shrugged, "no school."

"Language? Which one?"

"All of them. I wanted to be a linguist." with wine now placed in front of her she took the stem in her hand and sipped on the red liquid. Tilting her head,

"What did you want to do with that?"

"Travel. But now, I'm stuck here working in a shop." she sighed and murmured in Portuguese, "I supposed that was what was supposed to happen though."

"Perhaps, all you can do is make the best of it." She was of course surprised at his response to her, her adopted father Phil had known everything there was to know about good ol' Captain Rogers, though he knew less about Bucky. As a result she knew little of him as well, but she wanted to know about him.

"You know Portuguese?"

"I know a lot of things."

"What kind of things?" she played into his suggestive sentence, with a raise of an eyebrow. The man before he could take a sip of his drink had to laugh once more. Both seemed to be having such a wonderful time that it seemed as if they were the only two people in the room.

"Well-" he raised his brows and widened his eyes for a moment, then placed both hands on to her. "Why don't we get out of hear and I can show you?"

"After only one dance Sergeant?" she laughed, "What kind of woman do you think I am?"

"I don't quite know yet, but I look forward to finding out." It was obvious to Marian that she could not spend a night with the man, even by her flexible morals it felt wrong to do that for some reason. But that did not mean that she could not get to know him, and let him know a bit about her. So raising her glass she said,

"As I look forward to knowing you as well."