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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]

[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.

[yourbestguysgun]

So does anyone in this place catch your eye?

[hexuality]

Never for very long.

[Because it was always the wrong bloke somehow. She takes another sip, watching him.]

Maybe I'm very particular.

[yourbestguysgun]

The right partner, huh? I've heard that one before.

[hexuality]

No.

[She slouches back in her chair, tipping it back and gaze to the ceiling.]

Just... I don't know, Harry and I never broke things off, he just went home and he came back once and told me I didn't have to wait for him. 'S brilliant, right? But it's still... hard.

[yourbestguysgun]

The City makes normal things so much harder.

[ If he ever left he'd be dead, he wouldn't be coming back. He hates the idea of someone else touching Steve but could he ask him to be alone forever?

Could he do that? He's not sure. ] You just need to get out there, enjoy yourself.

[hexuality]

[She spreads her arms out.]

I am. Look at me, enjoying myself.

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't think it counts much if it's with me, sweetheart. [ Because he's practically married. ]

[hexuality]

It absolutely counts.

[She squints at him because he's hazy on the edges for just a second and then he's back.]

You don't think I'm having a good time with you? Can't have a good time with you? Come on!

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Steve used to be just like her, too skinny to hold his liquor. It reminds him of New York and he hides his smile in his glass. ]

You're missing the whole point here, kid. We're trying to find you a fella.

[hexuality]

Well, anyone we find at this hour's bound to be as special as the one from the Underground.

[She can hold her liquor just fine, thanks, but if they're knocking it back straight and in quick succession? Yeah, not so much. Also, tiny slip of a girl.]

What're you smiling at?

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't date anyone from the underground, darling.

[ He nurses his own drink, the liquid burning on the way down. ] Steve used t'be as tiny as you, used to get as drunk as you too.

[hexuality]

One blind date. One.

[Eames set it up. Ginny sighs dramatically and slides down in her chair a bit so that her clothes bunch up around her shoulders and narrows her eyes at him, pointing.]

You're lying. Steve's a house.

[As big as a house. Details.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He grins and it's a boyish kind of smile. ]

That's new. He used t'be so skinny a light breeze could'a cut him in half.

[hexuality]

A breeze can't cut me in half!

[yourbestguysgun]

Sure it could.

[hexuality]

[Very profoundly (because she is quoting someone, okay): ]

Size is no guarantee of power.

[yourbestguysgun]

Believe me, I know.

[hexuality]

Mmhm.

[Finishing off that drink (how many's that, now?) and sliding the glass across the desk to him.]

'Cause of me, obviously. I'm brilliant.