A/N- Posting a day early. Crazy week coming up. Enjoy!

Steve's mood improved after we made some eggs and had another cup of coffee.

"What are you doing on New Years Eve?" he asked me.

"Working," I said.

"You work too much."

"So do you, we're a pair," I replied. "Why did you ask?"

"Because I was thinking… we should go on vacation. And watch the sunrise on the beach on New Year's Day."

"Grad school students don't get vacations unless their parents pay for them," I said. "I don't have the money for one."

"I'd take care of the cost," he said, almost offended.

"And then what? You pay for everything? You want to be my meal ticket? No, thanks. We've talked about this. You'll just have to wait until I've graduated from school."

"That's no fun."

"We could take a weekend in the woods in North Carolina," I suggested. "You don't know how much I want to go to the beach, especially right now when it's so cold out. But my father's beach house is rented out until March."

"You're sure we can't go, like, mid-week or something? Not necessarily New Year's, but..."

"I hate saying this, but I'm trying to work to pay for the time I took off on Thanksgiving and Christmas so I don't have to take out more student loans than I need for tuition. I'm trying to be practical about what I have to pay back. I'm basically living paycheck to paycheck right now. I hardly had money to buy presents for my nephew and nieces at Christmas. It sucks, but things'll get better in the future."

"I just want a chance to be close with you."

"We can have a nice time at home in our apartments together. You don't have to blow a lot of money on me."

"I can't spoil my girlfriend?"

"Steve, you make an officer's salary."

"You don't know what I make!"

"You're not Tony Stark, who blows in nose with fifties."

"Well, that was appetizing," he said, grinning.

"I could have cruder. But, we can be poor and still have a good time. There are ways. Come on, I have to go to work."h

We packed up his duffel and we started on our way to the Metro.

"What about January?" He asked.

"I'm going back to school on January 4th," I said.

"You're the busiest person I know," he sighed.

"Did you have a good time last night with me?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow. "We can make time for sex, you know."

"Dani," Steve groaned.

"Do we need to make an announcement?" I teased. "I'm going to and then you'll know how many people roll their eyes and say they could care less. At least give me a kiss."

"Fine," he said, leaning down to kiss me as we got to the diner.

I ended up working most of New Year's Eve, and drunk people were leaving the best tips. At about ten, people were filing out when Steve darkened the doorway.

"What are you doing here?" I cried, running to plant a kiss on his lips.

"I am officially off duty," he said. "For three whole days."

"I'm off tomorrow, you know that, right?"

"Good!" he cried.

"Come on, have a seat. They're still making waffles in the kitchen."

"Chocolate chip. Please."

After I fed Steve, we locked up the diner. He waited on me to finish closing up the kitchen while reading. "Are you ready to go?" I asked him, putting on my coat.

"Sure, where are we going?"

"To my place, I'm not up for braving the bars tonight."

"Me neither."

I got the feeling he was eager to get me home in bed. The Metro was mostly deserted at eleven, which was relaxing. I had done this kind of stuff when I was in college, and in the end, the Ubers were expensive and the Metro would probably be a grope-fest after midnight, and it was cold. Super cold. The weather reports said that snowy weather was coming in. We stopped off and got some Chinese food and some boxed wine started back to my place.

"I want to a get a shower in," I said as we got my apartment open.

"This used to be a hotel, didn't it?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," I said. "It looks like it, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," he said. "I'll get your food ready, you get first dibs."

I took a shower and just for good measure afterwards, I lotioned up before getting dressed so I smelled nice.

"Guess what I got!" Steve announced, grin on his face, as I came out of the bathroom. "I found a way to get the football bowl games on your computer!"
"You did?"

"I've got UT playing Nebraska."

"Yes!" I cried, pumping my fist.

He had poured some wine for me and had my order of Lo Mein in a bowl waiting for me with chopsticks. We watched the game from the bed, eating dinner.

"I had so much fun twirling in the football games," I sighed as the majorettes were shown marching out onto the field. The camera cut away and went back to the sportscasters. "Aww!" I moaned. "I wanted to see what this year's majorette line was doing."

"I'm sorry I never got to see you twirl a baton," he said. "Do you have one?"

"I do, actually," I said, putting down my bowl and reaching under the bed to find my baton case. "I have a whole bunch of them."

"Let's see!"

"No! Not in here! We'll go outside," I said. "I can't do a toss in here."

I put on my sneakers and went downstairs. He stayed on the balcony at the top of the stairs, and I warmed up with a few figure 8's in the dark.

"Can you see anything?" I asked, realizing he was taking a video of me in the darkness.

"I can see you, but it's not showing up on my camera."

"Hold on," I said, getting out my fire batons and the lighter that still had some juice in it. I lit the baton on fire on both ends and started up on the figure-8's and finger twirls, then did some parallel tosses and tosses, my moves lit up by the flames.

Batons always felt like an extension of me when I had been twirling for hours. I was rusty tonight, but I managed to do a spin-toss, but I missed the catch. I twirled them until I started feeling icy droplets of snow pinging my skin.

"Did you get some good video of it?" I asked him as came up the stairs to my apartment room.

"Let show you," he said."Twirling with fire, that was perfect. You were amazing." He bent down to kiss me and I glowed.

"What time is it?"

"It's almost midnight."

"The ball's about to drop in Times Square!"

He shrugged. "You see it once, you seen every one of them."

"Oh, you got to see it back in the 30s and 40s, didn't you?"

"Yeah, back in the day," he sighed.

"Now, I feel guilty. You haven't seen the ball drop in seventy years and you're missing it!"

"Yeah, being in Times Square with a bunch of drunks throwing up all over the place and starting fights? That's is completely superior to spending the night with you twirling fire batons… and Lourdes Marie."

I hadn't planned on Steve arriving for New Year's, although I was happy to see him.

After we watched the ball drop on my laptop, we curled up on the bed together.

"You're not going to follow when I'm mobilized and drive yourself bonkers any more, are you?" Steve asked, kissing along my shoulder.

I groaned softly at the sensation of his lips against my skin. Too bad I had to disappoint him tonight. "I wish you had a normal job, like in an office."

"I'm not made for that," he said, rolling me over. "I hardly understand computers and I'd go insane. I'd never survive that. I wish I had gone to college sometimes. But then again, I never really liked school. I wish you were going to school in New York."

"I wish I were closer, too," I said. "But I think we're doing the long distance thing okay. We just need to have our weekends together and stick to them, as best we can. I want to finish school so I can support myself better."

"I'd support you," Steve said, as if I were being silly. "And let's think about down the line, like if we got married. No wife of mine is going to work."

"That's dangerously old-fashioned thinking," I replied. "But sweet. But who says I want to give up my career? Modern couples have a difficult time being a one-salary unit these days anyway. And I know that officer's salaries aren't a lot."

"I have some war bonds from the war I never cashed in."

"That's good for what, now?"

He shrugged. "I think they're good for around three thousand dollars each, now."

"That's hardly enough to get by," I replied. "And besides, what if something happens to you? What if you get injured or disabled on assignment for S.H.I.E.L.D.? What do I do, go back to working at a call center for hardly enough to get by without food stamps and healthcare like I did when I graduated undergrad? Who pays my student loans? No, thank you! I want a future with you in it, where were both safe together, without the threat of poverty hanging over our heads."

He sighed, and rested his chin on my sternum between my breasts.

"What's going on in your head?"

"I remember how jealous I was that Bucky had both his parents. Mom worked her fingers to the bone for us, even then it wasn't enough."

"Women are making more now, but still there's a pay gap," I admitted.

"Dani, I'm going to be the man who supports you-"

"Again with that toxic masculinity from the forties," I sighed, running my fingers through his soft blond hair on the top of his head.

"If a man can't support his wife and children, what good is he?"

"Men are worth a lot more than just their paychecks," I reminded him. "You can be a loving and caring role model for your children. You can be the parent that teaches them life skills, like how to fix things or how to draw pictures. Hell, you created a cheap and efficient heating system in my apartment that works just great. Kids need to learn these things. You have a wealth of knowledge to share with children and the world. Maybe you have more to offer society, too, like your knowledge of World War II and your experiences. But Steve, I want to work. What I went through with a mother who tried every trick in the book to manipulate custody of Lauren and me away from our father so she'd get more child support and alimony, she had never developed a career and had backed herself into a corner financially. And I hate that there are other people out there going through depression and eating disorders and all kinds of problems who think they're alone. I want to help them, regardless of if I have children. I can make a difference in their lives if I get the education and license to practice."

"I keep thinking about Peggy when I'm around you."

"What about her?"

"She said to me a few times, ' are those your only options? ' She was a woman in World War II, and serving in the military, not as a WAC or factory worker, but as a full-on agent. Women just didn't do those things back then. I think that's why…"

"Did you have a relationship with her?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"You know what I mean."

"I told you: we kissed. Once. I was supposed to go on a date with her the next week… she moved on without me."

"She probably missed you and mourned you for a while. She sounds like she was a really interesting lady."

"She was. And the way you're pushing forward with a career and not settling, you kind of remind me of her spirit… I'm sorry, we shouldn't be talking about her."

"No, I don't mind knowing about her. I need to know my competition in your head, y'know? I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Did you love her?"

He shook his head. "I think I could have fallen in love with her. Lord knows I was jealous of her when she was getting along with Howard Stark."

"Jealousy is the worst," I agreed.

"Have you ever been in love?"

"With a narcissist, yeah."

"I hope I'm not one."

"No, Stevie, you're the opposite. I'm lucky to be with you."

"Even if I can't support you? Or do you just not want me to?"

"It's not that I wouldn't mind you being the primary earner. I want to be equals. If I can support us, I'm going to. If I can't and we agree it's okay that I don't, I won't. It's not fair to you to be responsible for me alone when I can and want to help. It's not right. It's not feminism."

"People say that word like it's dirty," he remarked.

"Men get hurt when they're not feminist, too," I said. "Toxic masculinity is a bad thing. Feminism is trying to make things more equal. It lets men feel their feelings and allows them to have emotions. You don't feel like you can do that, so you?" I asked.

"I don't care about that kind of stuff," he scoffed.

"Yeah, you do. You told me about Aleppo and how much it disturbed you. You've got feelings, Steve. You're human. You're allowed to feel them. Men get hurt when you're supposed to be these machines without feelings. Dr Erskine didn't take that away from you."

"No, he didn't. But, seriously, feminism is women trying to take over men's roles-"

"Absolutely not! My mother was physically abusive with not only me and Lauren, but with my dad. You don't know how many meltdowns and hissy fits she threw, a lot of them were aimed at my father, but he wouldn't hit her back, because he knew that if he did, the MPs would get called and he'd be court-martialed. So, she had free reign to beat the snot out of him when she was in a mood. The MPs would have emasculated him, and people who knew thought he was a complete wimp for letting a woman hit him. He was so embarrassed. In a feminist world, my mother would have been arrested and tried for domestic battery and assault for abusing him, because nobody should hit anybody in the first place. She had no real reason to hit my father. We found a lot of support in feminists who said she should have been tried for assault just like any man who hit his wife. It was abusive. That's why I said I'd never hold something like your virginity over your head... because it's abusive . That. That's why we need feminism."

"It's a nice idea," Steve said. "Equality. All people facing equal consequences for their actions."

"Despite their gender."

"That makes so much sense. Count me as a feminist, then. "

"Wow, really?"

"Yes, really."

"I've never had a boyfriend wanted to be a feminist before."

"Well, I guess I'm your first, har, har."

"Hey, we're not going to make jokes about your virginity, alright? We're partners. And if you're a virgin, it's part of me, too, because now there's us ."

He squeezed me tight. "I waited for you. I can't believe it took me seventy years to find you, but I know you're worth it."

"Hey, in your lifetime, only twenty-five of those counted." His hand rested on my belly button, under my shirt as he went it kiss me. "Wait," I said, placing a hand over his.

He looked up at me, surprised.

"Um… I don't want to tell you this, but…You know there are times women just can't, right?"

He groaned. "Don't tell me… what I think you're telling me?"

"Aunt Flo came to visit."

He groaned and sat back.

"I'm sorry. You came here for sex, didn't you?"

"No! Of course not!"

"Steve, be serious."

"Okay, not that alone."

"Sorry about the disappointment." I shrugged.

"Oh, I'm not… okay, I am disappointed, if we're not supposed to lie to each other!"

"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad," I begged softly, feeling him tense up.

"I'm not mad at you, I was just really looking forward to a night alone with you… Since we don't get them too often."

"Me too," I admitted. But, there were different ways to have sex. "If you'll lay down, I can still give you a good time."

"Pardon?"

"Just let me make you feel good," I replied, sliding a leg across his hips so I could sit on him. I ran my hands up his chest, pushing his t-shirt up to reveal his pale muscles. "Can we take this off?"

"Sure," he said, lifting his shoulders up. I pulled it over his head and tossing the shirt to the floor with the sham pillows. I reached down to my hips and tugged my own shirt up over my head, not wearing a bra. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyelids heavy, taking me in. I took his hands and brought them up to my breasts so he could cup them, and get familiar with them. His thumbs ran over my breasts and then over my nipples. I moaned softly and threw my head back to enjoy the electricity that ran through my torso while my nipples got hard. I felt his breathing get shorter: good, I was having an effect on him. I ground into him a little.

"It's okay to touch me," I whispered.

He sighed in relief and his hands stroking up my middle to my breasts again. I was getting pretty turned on myself. The fear that I wasn't sexy or hot enough evaporated in my mind. He was responding to me, his touches were deliberate. "Dani," he breathed. "You're so… amazing."

I felt him growing even harder beneath me. "Can we go ahead and take these off?" I asked, toying with the drawstring of his pants.

"Um… okay."

"You're sure? You don't sound sure."

"Yeah, I'm sure." I tugged his pants down a little bit, and I could feel the v-shaped outline of his pelvic bone, his downy pubic hair was soft against my chin as I kissed along his lower abdominals. His fingers ghosted my hair on top of my head as my lips made contact with his skin, my fingers running along his pelvic bone.

"Too much?" I asked.

"I'm just not used to it, that's all," he panted. For a guy who never broke a sweat, this had him going.

I tugged his pants down a little more, along with his shorts, and his cock popped out, mostly erect. Knowing what he had gone through, my hope was that he had a decent sized cock from Dr. Erskine's experiment, he had come through. Steve's cock was perfect, and big enough to make me want to do a happy dance. But I knew how nerve-wracking it could be to have someone see the most intimate part of your body for the first time. He had been so sweet to me the first time I took my top off for him, too, and he had insecurities of his own. I didn't make a huge deal out of it, it would have embarrassed him. I drew the rest of his clothes off his legs and tossed them aside with the t-shirt on the floor. "Perfect," I remarked, climbing up his body.

"Don't ever do that for another man," he said, his voice low and throaty. "I want you all to myself." He grabbed me and kissed me hungrily. I whimpered softly into his mouth, he covered my face with hungry kisses, and slipped his hands under my underwear to cup my butt. I ground up against his erect cock and took it between my thighs for a moment, sliding against his perfect naked form.

"Yes, Steve," I groaned, wishing I could take him inside me, cradle him, love him.

"I want you so much," he whispered into my mouth.

"Me too, but…"

He groaned, as if in pain.

"I'm gonna make it better," I whispered, drawing away from him.

"Dani, honey…"

"Just tell me if you don't like this, okay?" I asked, settling down between his legs. I drew my hips down so that my feet were tucked beneath my butt, and slid a hand up his thigh, making a breathy cry come out of his mouth. He didn't say anything, so I took that as a cue that he wanted more. I slid my hand around the base of his shaft and slid my hand up to the head of his cock, feeling the silky hardness. I tried to be careful, not to do too much to him, in case we had a repeat of a few days earlier. I felt him get harder, and I swirled my thumb over the head of his cock to loosen up the bead of precum coming out of the tip and rub it all over. The noises coming out of his mouth indicated he liked what I was doing. His hand found the top of my head and fingers knotted into my scalp as I pumped the length of his cock a few more times, and it was hard and ramrod straight. I took this as an opportunity to run my tongue up a line under his cock slowly to torture him before parting my lips to take his cockhead into my mouth as gently as possible.

"Sweetheart, you're killing me," he pleaded.

"I wanted to draw it out," I admitted. I cupped my upper lip over my upper teeth and ran my tongue over my lower ones and took the head of his cock into my mouth fully, swirling my tongue over it. His hand tightened in my hair, and it started to hurt. "Steve, stop!" I cried.

"What?"

"Your hand," I said, grabbing his offending wrist. "You could pull my hair out of my head."

"I'm sorry," he panted, letting go. "You were just…"

"I'm not done," I said, taking his cock back into my hand, pumping it again, gently grazing my fingertips over his balls. I took him back into my mouth and drew my mouth down, using my tongue to draw swirls around the underside of his dick, listening to his moans and cries as I hummed softly for vibration in the back of my throat to touch his cock. I hollowed my cheeks, giving gentle sucks, and tried to draw him down, deeper into my throat until my nose was in the edges of his pubic hair. For all the times Chad told me I sucked at sex, I had worked hard to get good at blow jobs, I had read and researched how to give good ones, although I hoped Steve would be happy if I didn't want to give them all the time. I held him there until my gag reflexes indicated too much, finally. The way he moaned my name was a drug.I cupped his balls with my freehand and kneaded them with a gentle touch. I pulled back, pumping his cock again before taking him in again, and realized I was getting a markedly different reaction out of him. I alternated pumping with my hand and sucking with my mouth until I could feel his muscles contracting, and I saw his lower abdomen flex.

With a sharp, strangled cry, Steve shot his wad into my mouth, hot and salty and I heard the rip of fabric nearby.

I held his cum in my mouth for a moment as I sat up tasting it, hand over my lips.

I climbed out of the bed to spit into the toilet before rinsing my mouth, tugging my panties back up over my cheeks.

"Dani, that was incredible, like… like I'm… like I'm floating," Steve was rambling.

"Good," I said as I spat out the water. "It's supposed to be that way." I took a swig of mouthwash to swish around my mouth before gargling, and wet down a washcloth to wipe the sweat off me before coming into the bedroom while Steve was still running his mouth.

"Baby," I said, flipping on the bedside lamp. "Did you just rip my top sheet?"

"Huh? I uh…" He glanced down; there were two rumpled fistfuls of sheets on either side of his hips, and shredded fabric. He blushed, being completely naked in front of me in the light. He didn't have anything to be ashamed of in my book. "I guess I did."

"Good thing it was the sheets and not my hair," I teased, taking the washcloth to wipe him off.

"Good foresight," he agreed.

"I'm going to take a shower, I'll try to be quick," I said, grabbing my bullet from the nightstand. I realized his cock was starting to stir again. "Steve, I just finished you! Are you kidding me?"

"I um…" his face was almost crimson.

"I'm not doing that again tonight."

"You were so good," he admitted in the most earnest tone. "I can't help it."

After my shower and method of getting off, I came back into the bedroom, and he laid under the covers in the dark. "Are you awake?" I asked, climbing under the covers, wearing my old UT Homecoming t-shirt to sleep in.

"Yeah. What was that thing you took out of your nightstand?"

"A bullet," I said.

"Like ammunition?" He asked, confused.

"No, it's a very small vibrator, when I'm worked up it helps some to get off."

"You mean like…?" He voice trailed off.

"It helps to orgasm."

"You... do that?" he asked, horrified.

"Oh please. Don't act like you didn't do it in the shower at Christmas."

A strangled noise erupted from his mouth and he avoided my eyes.

"The old adage is 'everybody does it, but nobody talks about it,'" I assured him. "How do you tell me what you like if you have no idea what that is?"

"Uhh… I'm a good Catholic boy."

I laughed, and then he did, too. "I defiled you! I'm going to hell!"

"Okay, fine. But you have to keep it to yourself."

"I will, as long as you don't talk about me, either."

"Funny, all I heard was women were impossible to get to that point."

"Oh trust me, we have needs. We might play it off like we don't, but we do. And, there is a point of no return for women. So…. do you want to see the bullet?" I asked.

He didn't respond, but sat up. I got the bullet out of the nightstand and took his hand, placing it in his palm. He looked at it in the darkness and I turned it on for him. It lit up on one end and buzzed and rolled around on his palm. I saw the edges of his mouth quirk up in surprise. "How does it work?" He asked shyly. I saw the boyish features of his face in his awe.

"Depends on where you use it," I admitted. I changed it to pulsing. "I usually use this on my clit."

"Your... what?"

"You've never heard of a clitoris?"

"Um, yeah, I didn't understand what you said, I thought you meant like a bullet clip for a gun." He chuckled nervously. "I thought it was just a myth. They talked about it in the Army."

"Well, figures. The clitoris was never fully discovered and mapped out the late 90s."

"Yeah, I missed that."

"I'll show you where it is next time," I said. "No offense, but I don't want you near that part of me until my period's over."

"You are a mystery to me, Danielle."

"Do you like mystery?"

"A little bit," he said softly, leaning forward to press his lips against mine. "I don't want to let you go right now."

I had never had a man be so sweet to me after a sex act. He wanted to hold me and talk, he kept pressing soft kisses along my shoulders. I started dozing off, and I remember vaguely telling him I wasn't going to stay awake much longer.

In the morning we got up to make breakfast and admire the snow that made my apartment complex's grubby courtyard look new and pretty, but very quickly ended up back in bed. He was eager at the idea of me loving him with my mouth. He was new and exciting- very exciting, having a body that went on for days, an eagerness to listen to me and learn. His dick was surprisingly keen and hastened to quick recovery to my touch and my mouth. I had never had a man listen so intently to my instruction before. I kissed up and down his chest, pushing his t-shirt up until I got to his happy trail. He was so beautiful. I felt like he'd protect me and I liked this feeling. I hoped Steve's pure heart never changed, even though he had moments of self-doubt and self-criticism.

After we got up for good, I started making black-eyed peas for good luck in the new year. "I've never heard that one," Steve said, with Lourdes Marie purring in his lap.

"I make them Greek-style with vinegar."

"Why are you making them 'Greek-style'?"

"Oh, my momma's Greek," I said. "This is how she makes things: lemon, olive oil, or vinegar on vegetables, take your pick. Her parents immigrated to the US after World War II and had her and three other kids. I'm half Greek, you know."

"No, you're American. Of Greek descent."

"True. But I could claim citizenship in Greece if I wanted to," I said.

"You're really pale for someone who's Greek-descended."

"My family is from the mountains, there are some blondes and redheads, like Lauren. That's why I have green eyes."

"You do," he said. "The best Greek food is in Astoria in Queens. Great gyros there. And the potatoes were amazing. I'll take you there when you come up."

"In a full kitchen, I can make really good koulourakia."

"Those are?"

"A shortbread cookie. My Yía Yía taught me how to make them before she died. And baklava and spanakopita. And kourabiedíes. Momma didn't bake much."

"You can't make them here?"

"I've tried, but my oven doesn't heat evenly," I admitted. "And it starts smoking, no matter what I do, and sets off the smoke alarm. It's awful."

"When you come see me next, try it," he said. "My oven's pretty new. A little too technologically advanced for an old man like me."

"Deal. Wanna try the black eyed peas now?" I lifted the serving spoon. He came over behind me and accepted the bite.

"Interesting," he remarked as he swallowed. He slipped behind me, resting his head atop mine. "I'd have hated this as a kid, but I kind of like it, now."

"You better eat this!"

"I will, I will, promise!"

As I finished the spinach and put lemon juice and olive oil on it, my phone rang. "Nia!" I cried, answering.

"Hey, girl," she said, "I haven't heard from you since Thanksgiving!"

"I'm sorry," I moaned. "I'm a horrible friend."

"No, you're not," she said. "I know you had finals and then work. I had it, too, they worked me half to death at the law office."

"How have you been?"

"I was going to ask you that."

"Oh, I'm great," I said. "I met somebody, and he's hanging out with me today."

"Really," Nia said, knowingly. "I want to know all about him!"

I laughed. "Okay, so he's sitting right beside me," I replied. "And we were going to sit down to some spinach and black eyed peas for good luck in the new year. Wanna come over and have some?"

"Oh, no, I got mine, too! Well, the reason I called was I wanted to have a last hurrah here in DC. I got the paralegal position in the New York branch of my law office."

"You did?" I cried. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Yeah, we're going to meet at the Chute in Roslyn on the fourteenth for drinks and dancing," she said. "I want you to come. Bring your new boy toy."

"Let me check my schedule," I said, opening my phone's calendar. It showed that I was planning a weekend with Steve in New York because he wasn't on call. "Irony: I'm going to New York to see Steve that weekend."

Steve's eyebrows raised. "If you want to reschedule-" he began. I waved my hand.

"Oh, that's okay," she said, knowingly. "I understand. It's long distance, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I sighed.

"I've done it before. Hey, I'm going down to the Chute anyway tonight."

"It's open?" I was stunned.

"Oh yeah! Come and dance! There's no cover tonight!"

"Guess where we're going tonight," I told Steve when I hung up with Nia.