There was a soft snarl from the next booth over where Steve was trying to hide in the shadows. He'd had to walk all the way across the room to get to the edge and everyone was able to get a good, long view of what he was wearing, something he was still tempted to tear off. The only problem with that was then the hotel won, making him wander naked instead of covered in at least something. Not that a god damned dress was much better!

Steve had no explanation why wearing a dress himself usually bothered him so much, and he didn't try to examine it much either. It just did. Sometimes it didn't, but mostly it did. He liked it a lot on other people though, which again didn't make the most sense. Steve gnashed his teeth and shifted on the bench, the chiffon of his dress whispering over the fabric and his skin.

"Mind your own business Henry. I'm not in the mood to be nice."