[ Allison is a good skater; she's not amazing, by any means, but she can stay upright and move forward and backward and isn't that all you need, really? Being good at it doesn't make it any less tiring, though, and Allison rolls her way towards the nearest table, sitting down on it a little ways away from Bucky.
There's a song in the background, a repetitive dance beat Allison's come to learn usually makes up the vast majority of the popular music from the 90s, and something about how all she wants is another baby, and Allison spares a nonjudgmental quizzical glance skyward before she notices Bucky sitting on the edge of the table. She leans down to glance at him, recognizing him as one of her neighbors — one of the ones that lives with Steve. And then it hits her — this is his birthday party and she has no idea who he is, but Steve invited her anyway. She scoots a little closer. ] Bucky, right?
[ She holds out a hand. ] I'm Allison. I was a student of Steve's when I was in high school.
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There's a song in the background, a repetitive dance beat Allison's come to learn usually makes up the vast majority of the popular music from the 90s, and something about how all she wants is another baby, and Allison spares a nonjudgmental quizzical glance skyward before she notices Bucky sitting on the edge of the table. She leans down to glance at him, recognizing him as one of her neighbors — one of the ones that lives with Steve. And then it hits her — this is his birthday party and she has no idea who he is, but Steve invited her anyway. She scoots a little closer. ] Bucky, right?
[ She holds out a hand. ] I'm Allison. I was a student of Steve's when I was in high school.