tampered | -- 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 (

yourbestguysgun) and open to anyone who'd be at the Blue Light. Feel free to have been there with him for a long time.
Summary: Somebody's a super friendly drunk given the right opportunity for it.
Log:

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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That's not how you say fun.

[ Nudging him lightly. ]

[He raises his eyebrows]

It's how I say fun.

[ Bucky just gives him a look. ]

I'm gonna go back in time and stop the doctors from removin' your funny bone when you were born.

You would waste time travel on something that dumb.

Hey, it's important, you've suffered this serious injustice.

[Steve takes a drink]

You could go back in time and kill Hitler.

[ Goddamnit. ]

Wait, so I only get one time journey?

In this scenario?

Yeah, in the hypothetical funny bone versus Hitler scenario, sure.

[This is a stupid conversation.

It's also probably why they're best friends.]

Yes.

Damn.

[ On the scale of stupid conversations they've had, this probably doesn't match up to the one Bucky once had about ghost dogs, but he's cool with it. ]

I don't know man, world war or your lack of humour?

The world's managed pretty well so far without me laughing that much.

[Yes but that conversation was relevant to the haunted house they were sitting in front of at the time.]

[ Thoughtful. ] Okay, so I'd kill Hitler.

But then I'd have to figure something else out to fix you.

[Steve smiles a bit]

That's a good choice.

Do I get a gold star?

[Steve leans over and orders another drink for Bucky. It's not like he'll be walking home alone.]

I will take beer over gold stars, sure.

[ He's teasing though, leaning against him with a smirk. ]

[Steve passes the beer over to Bucky]

I'll cut you off if I think you've gotten too drunk.

Spoilsport.

[ He almost sticks his tongue out, thinks better of it. ] People like me drunk.

And dames like you in your drawers but that's something that isn't happening, either.

[ Arching an eyebrow. ]

Didn't plan on it.

[Steve's eyes widen. He knows Bucky too well. He knows a plan when he hears it.]

Don't even think about it.

Well, I was thinkin' someone could see me in my drawers, but a-okay.

[ Saluting. ]

[Sigh.]

Let's stay clothed.

Even at home?

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