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-- they'll be happy to know that as I saw you go
When: Friday 8th of June, evening time.
Rating: PG-13, but he'll probably have a potty mouth, so fair warning.
Characters: Bucky Barnes (
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Summary: Somebody's a super friendly drunk given the right opportunity for it.
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The last time Bucky was happy like this, he was surrounded by his team, his friends, leaning against the bartop in uniform and teasing the ever loving hell out of his best friend. He tries not to think about it too often, mostly because it feels a little bit like it's way above his own understanding. He can deal with a lot of things, but dimension hopping is a stretch. Of course he misses it, the Howling Commandos, the camaraderie, the sense of belonging, but the City isn't so bad when it's not jerking his chain, and he likes the people he's gotten to know.
Most of them, anyway.
He's been drinking - quite a bit, actually, - but more as a sign of how good he feels today, laughing at Steve and the rest of his friends, and heckling the band to play something he recognises. It's an easy feeling, and it seeps into his posture, shirt sleeves rolled up, animated as he talks. His beer is clutched in one hand, half-empty as he waves it.
Rating: PG-13, but he'll probably have a potty mouth, so fair warning.
Characters: Bucky Barnes (
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Summary: Somebody's a super friendly drunk given the right opportunity for it.
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The last time Bucky was happy like this, he was surrounded by his team, his friends, leaning against the bartop in uniform and teasing the ever loving hell out of his best friend. He tries not to think about it too often, mostly because it feels a little bit like it's way above his own understanding. He can deal with a lot of things, but dimension hopping is a stretch. Of course he misses it, the Howling Commandos, the camaraderie, the sense of belonging, but the City isn't so bad when it's not jerking his chain, and he likes the people he's gotten to know.
Most of them, anyway.
He's been drinking - quite a bit, actually, - but more as a sign of how good he feels today, laughing at Steve and the rest of his friends, and heckling the band to play something he recognises. It's an easy feeling, and it seeps into his posture, shirt sleeves rolled up, animated as he talks. His beer is clutched in one hand, half-empty as he waves it.
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A fun night out, however, is exactly what he needs.
He's put away plenty to start feeling the effects, but not enough to be drunk, still as steady on his feet as ever, and despite letting his hair down he doesn't quite let his guard down.
The song finishes, and Clint talks as if he's continuing a conversation from earlier, but the chances are he's just being blunt. ]
So, you're bedding Rogers, how's that working out for you?
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He'd forgotten for a moment that Clint had been one of his closest friends during the last curse, he'd forgotten that he'd told him mostly everything in the very way teenage boys might do, confided in him with each secret.
The sinking sense of dread in his stomach is nothing to do with Clint knowing and more to do with the fact that he half feels he's let Steve down by giving it away. ]
Uh, no. I ain't. It was the curse.
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There's a definitely hint of amusement as he sips his beer, takes his time in responding to let Bucky sweat for a minute, and then he places it back down. ]
The curse. Really? Of all the things you could've gone with, you're blaming it on the curse? There's a reason why I'm good at what I do, Barnes, and it's not 'cause I'm blind.
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Whatever you're thinkin', s'not true.
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Banging on the bar to get attention. ] Another round here when you're ready. [ Finishing his drink, he looks back to Bucky. ] Speaking of that curse.
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It's kind of odd to be at a bar and not drink but the Blue Light is like being at home. It's like someone took a piece of 1942 and set it in the City, and everyone who is dressed modern are the people out of place and time.]
Got it.
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You could charm the birds out o' the sky now, buddy.
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I don't think charm had anything to do with it, Bucky.
[He takes his own drink - a beer because he still likes the taste, even though he can't really get drunk - and holds it in his hand]
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[ And he's grinning, soft and a little bit wonky. ]
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Anything I can do for you, Buckykins?
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[ He points his finger at her like a gun, but there's a smirk there right across his face. ] I got a reputation to uphold, Gin, you can't just shove on through that.
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[She grins at him, as broad and innocent as can be.]
And I'll have you know I can shove on through loads of things like rules and reputations. Part and parcel of being a ginger and a Weasley, I reckon.
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No nicknames, I already got one.
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[She cocks her head, flipping that flaming hair over her shoulder.]
And shush, you love the trouble.
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For most of the night, she's been perched on a stool at the end of the bar, jotting things onto a notepad and lightly bobbing along with the beat of the music. But when there's a lull in activity around Bucky, she takes the opportunity to come over.]
It's fine music tonight, isn't it?
[She likes the old songs best, too.]
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[ And it is, it ignites an old romanticism he's sorely missed while he's been here.
He hasn't spoken to Rosella since the curse, and if he's a little uncertain about how things are then it's only obvious in the tiniest shift of his shoulders, because he's still smiling, still friendly. ] I reckon you should get them to play stuff like this more.
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I do wish they would! [She leans a little on the bar, smiling.] It always reminds me of Blue, when they do. This was the first place I ever heard swing music, too, and where I learned to dance to it. But I suppose it's not really fair of me to always have the music the way I want it, is it?
[Says the girl who owns the bar.]
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[ His foots tapping away, happy for once. ] Or just let me heckle them forever.
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[That gets a laugh out of her, though.]
But I suppose a bit of your heckling couldn't hurt, either.
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