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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]

I can fly when I'm pissed, you don't think I can dance?

[Looping her arms around his neck and using that for support, okay? Okay. And yes, Bucky, she's gotten quietly drunk on the beach and gone flying by herself. Coping, you know. She's so good at it.]

This is your fault. Was working.

[yourbestguysgun]

I don't think you can dance with me when you're drunk, darling.

[ He's smiling though. ] Yeah, you were.

[hexuality]

Challenging a Gryffindor.

[Tutting under her breath, leaning back so that he takes most of her weight. They're not so much dancing as spinning in a circle, but that's alright with her.]

Very stupid. And you— [WHO PUT THAT BAG THERE. She stumbles again and laughs, cheeks flushing.] Mm. Okay. Maybe 'm pissed.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Holding her upright. ] Hey, m'not challenging anyone. I'm just looking out for you.

[hexuality]

[And she lets him, hands curling into the sleeves of his shirt, eyes closing because the room's spinning. Four glasses of straight whiskey in a tiny slip of a girl—not fair, really, but she did try to keep up. It still feels like her head's spinning on the inside so she presses her forehead to his chest, breathing out softly.]

Always looking out for me.

[yourbestguysgun]

Somebody has to.

[ But still, he sounds amused. ] Reckon I should get you home now, Weasley. Next time I'll let you pick the booze.

[hexuality]

Okay.

[But she doesn't make to move, just stands right there with her arms around him and swaying to the music until the song ends a half minute later. Then she lifts her head to look at him, gaze searching his face, a quiet smile on her lips.]

'M okay. I know you worry.

[yourbestguysgun]

Somebody has to.

[ Bucky likes to think that he comes across as aloof. But you only have to be in his inner circle to know he cares a whole lot more than that. ]

Where do you keep your coat?

[hexuality]

Too hot for a coat.

[But she sways over to shut off the record player and stands there with her hands on her hips, brows raised and cheeks flushed and eyes bright.]

You don't have to walk me, it'll be fine, 'm fine, can manage home. Going home.

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm walking you home.

[ He stands and watches her, a half grin on his lips. ] Wouldn't be a gentleman if I let you go alone.

[hexuality]

Wasn't very gentlemanly to get me pissed, but you did.

[But she's laughing because it's fine, she doesn't care. Then - ]

Let's go swimming in the fountain.

[yourbestguysgun]

Ha, no way.

[ He makes sure everything's turned off in her office before looping an arm around her waist. ] Keys?

[hexuality]

[She laughs again, a bright and easy sound, twisting around in the loop of his arm to point her wand at the door.]

Don't need keys. [Surprisingly, she's got focus when she uses her magic, and the door locks without blowing up instead. The wand gets shoved away and she stumbles cheerfully down the stairs into the main shop and out the doors, which lock themselves once they're shut.] Why're you still sober? Not on, lieutenant.

[yourbestguysgun]

Taller'n you. [ He seems impressed at her ability to lock the doors but doesn't bring it up. The cooler air hits and he hums. ]

Been drinking longer too.

[hexuality]

You don't know that.

[Except of course it's true, she's just being cheeky. She leans up on him as they walk and it hits her how much she enjoys the City late at night, the lights and the fountain and the carousel music and the few people milling about.]

'S nice out.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, you forget the whole curse thing and being kept against our will and the City could be a sweet place to live.

[ He walks slowly, keeps his arm around her in case she stumbles. ]

[hexuality]

Not that bad.

[She looks at him instead of where they're going.]

Grown on me, you know? 'M fond of the people. You lot.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, the people ain't so bad once you get used t'them.

[ He's joking, Ginny. Promise. ]

[hexuality]

Oi. You love me.

[She prods a finger at his chest, almost tripping over her own feet.]

Bollocks. [Righting herself.] Where're we going?

[yourbestguysgun]

We're taking you home.

[ Ah Ginny, gonna tease you forever. ]

[hexuality]

[This is all your fault, you horrible man.]

But who's going to take you home?

[She starts to draw away from the arm around her waist, like she plans on leading him the other way, but instead she just starts running. Because drunk people like to run away from other people? Who knows.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ WHAT THE FUCK.

He just takes off after her. ] Weasley you crazy dame!

[hexuality]

[She looks over her shoulder and starts laughing, picking up speed, surprisingly surefooted as she makes a beeline towards the fountain because she's got it in her mind that she wants to go swimming in it AND YOU WILL NOT STOP HER, JAMES BARNES.

Diving right into that. Yeah.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Leaning against the fountain wall. ]

You're gonna catch your death, kid.

[hexuality]

It's May.

[She's sitting in it, sopping wet and grinning, and she starts splashing at him.]

C'mon! [She is not nearly as drunk as she appears, she's just tipsy enough to be loose and enthusiastic about EVERYTHING.] Bucky. Buuuuckyyyy.