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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 (
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.
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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.
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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Played that once, tore my shins up so bad the Nun's wouldn't speak to me for weeks.
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[To both things.]
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[ In fact, he sounds proud about it. ]
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[She glances over her shoulder to check if her other tables need anything, spots one regular holding up his water glass—and that's the only thing she does refills on by magic because water's free. So she draws her wand from her apron and gives it a little flick, a silent Aguamenti in her mind, and turns back to Bucky.]
Which reminds me, can I get you another or are you still working on that?
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Woah. [ She's offering him beer and yet Bucky is more interested in how she just filled a guys glass from all the way over here. ] Woah.
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What, you don't want a beer? Surprising.
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What was that?
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[Pause. And then she makes some soft sound of realisation and breaks into a sheepish grin.]
Refilling a water glass the easy way?
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[So. Unimpressed. Ginny thinks there are so many impressive things about magic beyond conjuring water, but then again, she's from that world. Still, beyond the surprise, she's honestly quite flattered and laughs again.]
I've got better tricks than that, Bucky.
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Yeah? 'Cause I thought it was mostly flying, but now I'm thinkin' you've been holding out on me.
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[She bites her lip around a smile, pulls her wand back out of her apron and twirls it between her fingers, letting it throw harmless gold sparks as she thinks.]
I'm still working, git, I can't give you a proper demonstration now, so if that's what you fancy, you'll have to wait. But...
[Yeah, she's a show-off, she can't resist. This is still basic stuff, but her more impressive things tend to be offensive too and this is so not the right time and place. So she'll just, you know, levitate that glass out of your hand, Bucky; it's the old, familiar Wingardium Leviosa at the back of her mind and off it goes!]
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Holey moley, that is some swell trick Miss Weasley.
[ Tracking the glass with his eyes. ] So, the stick? It's like your source of power?
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It's a wand, thank you very much. And it's possible to do magic without it, but not nearly as controlled, and I can only think of one wizard who could really do it. [Dumbledore.] We get our first wand at eleven years old.
[Now letting that blob of beer split into two and then four and so on, dancing around through the air.]
But we're born with magic. [This as she directs the beer back into the glass.] It's just how I am.
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He kind of feels like a six year old all over again. ]
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Yeah, but you do little bursts of magic even before that. Mum says the first time she saw me use magic, I was levitating my stuffed animals when I was barely one. [She chuckles, sliding her wand away.] No surprise, I suppose, given how much I like flying now. Apparently I'm not too fond of the ground.
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Yeah? Your teddies like heights?
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Unicorns, actually.
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[She pauses, then adds - ]
They have them in the zoo here, you know.
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Hell, you can tell me more about your magic too.
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I'd love to, Bucky. [A little sheepishly,] Honestly, I'm just glad you don't think it's weird or mad. I've had to keep it quiet around some friends, you know? Because of the sorts of worlds they'd come from.
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