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[yourbestguysgun]

When: Monday 20th May ( Evening )
Rating: PG-13, ( booze and swearing because you know what Bucky Barnes is like. . )
Characters: Bucky Barnes ( yourbestguysgun ) & Ginny Weasley ( hexuality )
Summary: Sometimes bros just have to get their brosis' drunk okay?
Log:

To hell with being sensible and responsible. That's what they talked about last time, how they both grew up too fast and now they deal with things the way people much older do. Bucky hates it in a way that sets his teeth on edge, that made him burn the picture of her brothers with the flame of a match. He meant to come by sooner.

Work caught up with him though and it's only now with the rare evening off that he comes by her office. He's got a bottle wrapped in brown paper and tucked into his leather jacket, two glasses in his pockets because Ginny is a classy lady and he's not gonna make her swig out of it like he would. ( Because Bucky never had class, what would he do with it. ) The shop's closed but not locked so he lets himself in, takes the steps to her office, calling out as he goes.

"You better be in here Weasley, I come bearing gifts."

Comments

[yourbestguysgun]

You should get someone to take care of it for you. Ain't that what a boss does?

[ Another sip of sharp whiskey. ] Then you can play your ... your thing.

[hexuality]

I know, I know. And I do have people helping but I can't not get involved.

[She takes a sip and almost laughs into her glass as she corrects,]

Quidditch. Honestly, Bucky, you've been around me long enough. Don't you know what it is?

[yourbestguysgun]

I know that it'd probably scare the pants off me, kid. And that's all I need to know.

[hexuality]

Oi!

[She puts down her glass, leaning across the desk.]

You liked flying well enough when I took you! I mean, you were little, but you were still you.

[yourbestguysgun]

I liked a lot of things when I was a kid.

[ Crossing his feet over, swilling the last of his drink around in his glass. ] You don't see me pokin' things with sticks now.

[hexuality]

That's not entirely true.

[She laughs, knocking back the last of her drink and sliding the glass across to him.]

I still do, don't I? Just less literal. Poke into other people's business, that sort of thing. [With a pointed smile,] Isn't that what you're doing now? You're checking up on me, aren't you?

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm just sharing a drink with one of my favourite people.

[ Yes, yes he is checking up on her. But he covers that up by leaning over to fill both their glasses. ]

[hexuality]

[She takes her glass back and tips it in thanks then, gently,]

I'm fine, I promise.

[yourbestguysgun]

Good.

[ It doesn't mean he won't worry about her though. That's just the way he is. ] Here, drink up.

[hexuality]

I am, I am. [She's laughing and yes, taking another sip.] You're going to have to walk me home, sergeant, because I don't think I should fly or Apparate if we keep this up.

[yourbestguysgun]

What kind of gentleman do you think I am, kid? [ A hum as he swallows. ] I'll walk you back.

[hexuality]

It's the least you can do since you're trying to get me pissed.

[She takes another drink and they're moving through this fast and she is tiny buuuut.]

Terrible influence, Bucky Barnes. That's what you are.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yep.

[ He says that word with pride. Of course he's a terrible influence. That's who he likes to be. ] You're friends with me anyway. Reckon you don't care much.

[hexuality]

I'm a Gryffindor, I'd never care. Down with the rules! [She laughs, leaning back in her office chair.] Maybe this is how the twins got most of their brainstorming done. Maybe they had a bottle of firewhiskey and their wands and holed up in their office.

[Her gaze goes a bit distant as she talks, but then her brows knit briefly as she remembers that Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley was targeted, that they had to close down and go into hiding with the rest of the family for their anti-Voldemort stance and products.]

Yeah. [She takes another sip, shaking it off.] Would explain loads.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He thinks of the photo he found, takes a deep drink of his glass. ]

If the others are anythin' like you I reckon I should be glad the universe's still standing. [ He'd met Percy but he'd been quiet and Bucky had been surprised, almost, to see how restrained he was.

Her mother even had the same fire. ]

[hexuality]

That's what mum and dad say.

[God, she misses them, too. Maybe the alcohol's quickly getting to her if she's getting this nostalgic and she exhales, leaning back in her chair and curling into it, glass balanced on top of her knees.]

Do you remember your parents at all?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He looks almost surprised by her question. But then again, Ginny's the only person he treats with any sort of trust beyond Steve. He's not used to anyone being interested. ]

The Depression weren't great for people surviving their ills. And my dad was a soldier, he was gone a lot. He was just always telling me to be good. [ He gulps down a burning swallow of his drink. He doesn't remember much of his own mother, just the grainy photos on his father's desk. I remember Steve's mom looking after me the most, y'know? I guess she had to 'cause I wouldn't leave her son alone. [ A smile curving up her lips. ] She was a saint. She didn't think twice about letting the unruly kid from the orphanage into her house. Even if I was leading Steve astray half the time.

[hexuality]

Maybe you take after your dad, then.

[Family is important to her. She'll always be interested. Softly,]

How old were you?

[yourbestguysgun]

Maybe.

[ He swills the left over alcohol in his glass thoughtfully. ] Just comin' seven. We were gonna get ice-cream cake. Saved up the coupons.

[hexuality]

[Seven. Ginny does look rather sorry, not for asking, but for what must have been a childhood lost to growing up too fast. She does get it, in a way. She sets her glass back onto her knee, taps the side of it with a light fingertip.]

You and your father?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He catches the look she's giving him and shrugs one shoulder. He doesn't want her to be sympathetic. It's just the facts. ]

I grew up in the Depression, hun. People were struggling after the first war. The world couldn't find her feet. Then Wall Street collapsed and everything went right back to hell on our own doorstep. I don't think he would'a liked what became of New York anyway. Better he died doing what he loved than dying on the streets like all those other poor bastards.

[hexuality]

[She's almost lost her father a few times in the war, it's hard to think of what it might have been like if he hadn't been as lucky. Still, she flushes a little under his glance and shrugs back, takes another drink.]

Mm. I understand that. [Dying doing what you love for who you love. She'd been ready to, expected it, even.] But you came through, didn't you, you and Steve.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah.

[ He knocks down the rest of his drink easily. Steve survives, he doesn't. But he won't talk about that, not now. Leaning forward he fills his glass again and tops hers up. ]

[hexuality]

[She blinks at her newly refilled glass and shakes her head, pushing it aside so she can take a break for a bit and let the rest catch up, looking at him with a bemused smile.]

Hey, slow down. I'm smaller than you.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He laughs. Thinking of the boys they'd been hurts a little. It's not like they've changed much, but he's still nostalgic. ]

Ain't nobody smaller'n that kid.