[Milliways]: New York, New York

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus wasn't entirely sure the ring would work as a way for him to get to Steve's world, but he was going to give it a shot. If it didn't work, he'd explain it to Steve the next time they were both in the bar, and they could figure something else out.

His guitar slung across his back, Orpheus turns the ring on his finger and opens the door, pleased to find himself in Steve's apartment when he steps through.

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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"C'mon," says Steve, picking up his jacket, and reaches for Orpheus's hand.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus takes it easily, smiling as he does. "So, dinner and a show? What do you want to see?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, that's a good question," Steve says as they leave the apartment. "Whatever we can get into this late, I suppose. Or maybe a movie if there aren't any available tickets for a play. There are some good art houses in the neighborhood that show things I'd like to see."

[golden_lyre]

"What, SHIELD doesn't have a guy who can get you last minute box seats?" Orpheus teases.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"They probably do," Steve says seriously, "but it seems like an abuse of position to ask."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs. "You are so good, lovely."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I'd hate for people to think some kind of entitled jerk."

[golden_lyre]

"I can't imagine who would ever think that of you."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve swings Orpheus's hand a little. "I'll try to keep it that way."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus stops to kiss him, then.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve softly laughs and holds Orpheus's face in one hand as they kiss.


[ooc: Bedtime. Don't expect to be around much for a day or two unless I can get the wifi working soon.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles as he steps back. "I do love you, Galahad."

[ooc: Kaykay. I will be here when you get back!]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Love you too, music man," says Steve, caressing Orpheus's face.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "Come on, lovely. Let's get me dressed."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins and tugs him along.


"I think this place will have what we're looking for," he says as he pushes a shop door open, and the typist plays fast and loose with NYC geography.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles and steps inside. "All right. Dress me up."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve grins at him, then braces himself for the shop.

"I know nothing about color," he confesses as they begin to wander among the racks.

[golden_lyre]

"Blue is always good," says Orpheus, frowning a bit as he looks through the options. Not his usual style, but he can work with it.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve picks out a charcoal-grey button down shirt, that has a shimmery blue tone to it. "Maybe something like this?"

[golden_lyre]

"That should work just fine," Orpheus says as he takes it from Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It looks like they don't exactly carry dinner jackets," Steve says as they move on.

[golden_lyre]

"Were you planning something fancy for dinner?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Not tuxedo-fancy," Steve says. "The shirt itself might be enough, with a tie..."

[golden_lyre]

He wrinkles his nose at the mention of a tie but nods. "I'll probably need pants too," he points out, glancing to his very well-worn jeans.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at him, and gets a little speculative smile.

"Trousers," he says, shaking himself out of it, and goes to another rack.