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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

[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.

[hexuality]

[She rolls her eyes and, yes, there it is, warmth and a little lightness in her.]

You're just doing this because you've never seen me properly pissed before.

[Because the other times they've shared drinks, someone had been upset and that's a different matter altogether.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He laughs, a snort of sound. ]

If I promise nobody's gonna die can we find out?

[hexuality]

No one's going on a homicidal rampage.

[yourbestguysgun]

You never know.

[ No, he's not the Winter Soldier yet. ]

[hexuality]

Well, I can speak for myself, at least.

[She eyes her set aside glass and picks it up to tip the amber-coloured liquid to the light, lips tugged in an already-hazier smile.]

Especially if we keep going like this. Might just doze off or snog the first stranger I see.

[yourbestguysgun]

That'd help you find a fella though, right?

[ Wicked grin. ] Ain't no better way to say hello.

[hexuality]

You know, for someone who's practically my older brother, you're doing an awful job at being ridiculously overprotective.

[Maybe this is the first time she's said that out loud, calling him just as good as family, but she's loose and pleased and warm.]

Aren't you supposed to lock me in my room or something?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ The smile she gets in return is genuinely pleased, a warm and crooked thing that is completely James Barnes. Before the City his only family had been Steve - now it's different. ]

Hey, no. You're a swell dame. [ Hear New York and the forties take him back the more drunker he gets. ] You don't have'ta be alone. But I reserve full rights to punch any jerks in the face.

[hexuality]

[She eyes her glass again and thinks, To hell with it, and takes another drink and it goes down smooth and warm and Bucky, do not call her out on when she starts to flush and turn the colour of her hair. It’ll just make her blush more.]

But I don’t have rotten taste in who I fancy. [She nods at him, grinning.] Obviously. So I don’t think you’ll need to punch anyone so much as threaten anyone. For… I don’t know, honour. Or whatever.

[yourbestguysgun]

Threaten I can do. [ A smirk. ] Pretty well too. So if anyone shows an interest, let me know.

[hexuality]

What if I kept it a secret?

[yourbestguysgun]

You wouldn't do that.

[hexuality]

Wouldn't I?

[She shrugs, taking another drink and feeling it somewhere in her shoulders, muscles loose and buzzing.]

You're going to threaten any potential boyfriend I get.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He pours himself another. ]

Hey, it worked in my day. [ Unless you were James, actually. ]

[hexuality]

It'll always work somewhere, I'm sure.