Steve

Steve studied the poster of Emily, he felt as if he had stepped back in time. She was dressed as the sort of pin up girl that he and Bucky would stare at when they were younger. She was in army uniform and resting on the edge of a plane wing. He was mesmerised by it. He started to feel really hot, like someone had turned the temperature way up. He was bought back to reality when he could Bucky speaking.

"So do you dress up like that when you sing?" He could hear a crack in Bucky's voice and he was relieved that it wasn't just him who was shocked. Steve turned round to face back to the table and saw that three new drinks had been placed in front of them and Emily was fiddling with her glass.

"It's not always that" Emily nodded towards the poster, "but this is a speakeasy and does follow a theme." Steve looked around the bar and it was similar to places he had previously drunk in and where people would go to dance.

Steve could feel a lump in his throat. Could this really just be coincidental? The fact their soulmate seemed to be interested in a time that they lived in. "So what nights do you sing here?" Steve asked after taking a big gulp of his drink. He knew he couldn't get drunk but he just hoped it would help get rid of this lump.

"Oh, I headline this place on a Friday night." Emily said, taking a sip of her drink and smiling at them both.

"So tomorrow?" Bucky said.

Emily nodded. "If you don't mind I'm just going to excuse myself for a few moments." Steve looked at her a bit worried and he knew Emily must have been laughing at his facial expression. "Don't worry I'm not running away. Restroom." She told him as she stood up and left the table.

Steve turned to Bucky, "are you thinking of what I'm thinking?" He asked and Bucky grinned.

"You mean going to see Emily perform tomorrow?" Bucky grinned and Steve nodded.

"How do you think tonight is going?" Steve asked, rubbing his hands on his jeans.

"It's a bit strange. It feels like I've known her my whole life" Bucky told her and Steve couldn't agree more. He too had felt that way.

Emily

She made her way back to the table with more drinks and Bucky and Steve looked at her with dismay. "What are you doing?" Bucky asked her.

"What does it look like?" She asked a bit confused, "I've bought drinks." Emily placed the drinks down onto the table and passed over Steve and Bucky's.

"I can see that," Bucky stated, "But this is a date. You shouldn't be paying for anything."

Emily raised an eyebrow at him, "you know believe it or not women have their own money now."

The rest of the date seemed to be going smoothly Emily thought. They were sat there for a few more hours before leaving. Emily had stopped drinking as she started to feel tipsy and she was amazed at how the guys couldn't get drunk. They stopped off at a fast food place before dropping Emily home. They all realised that they actually hadn't eaten since being out.

"So this is me," she said, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet as they stood outside her front door. "I had a really good time" she smiled at them. She could feel the knot back in her stomach as they all were just standing there smiling at each other. Emily knew the protocol for a date was to end the night on a kiss, but was she supposed to kiss both of them. Or were they all supposed to kiss at the same time. All these thoughts were running through her head when Steve interrupted.

"Me too Emily!" He smiled at her,

"Yeah hopefully you will wanna do it again?" Bucky asked and Emily nodded. And once again they were standing there in this Mexican stand off where no one wanted to leave.

Emily mentally prepared herself, 'come on, you're a big girl' she told herself. "Thanks again" she said, stepping forward towards Steve and going onto her tiptoes and kissing him on the cheek and then turning to Bucky and doing the same thing. "See you both tomorrow" Emily turned to her door and unlocked it, letting herself into her apartment and shutting the door.