Bucky & Nebula - getting juiced
Eventually, after struggling with an industrial sized juicing machine and putting several handfuls of berries into it, the waitress returned. Her eyes looked glazed over. Her hair was frizzing around the bun like it had been pulled on. The smile looked almost painful.
She set down the drinks at their table, each with a colored napkin so they could tell which was which. A note was left for them between the glasses for when they came back from their dance: A pomegranate juice for the lady, on the blue napkin, and cherry juice for the gentleman, on the red napkin.
)Of course Bucky's cherry juice contained a prospective 'antidote' for supersoldier serums. It was tasteless and colorless. Mission complete. And she never wanted to see a juicer ever again!)
She slipped off into the crowd to not further interrupt the pair.