Bucky nodded. "Yeah." They didn't all have it in bucketloads, the way some Capitol people just dripped money. But they had enough. It made sense to charge them. The way someone else looked at it, if they were looking for something outside of Capitol notice, they'd probably be willing to pay to get it, and have enough to spare.
Bucky couldn't blame them. Everybody had to get by.
"Missing out. Maybe let Cassie have it, she'll probably like it," Bucky said. He took another bite of his crepe, not worrying about manners anymore than Scott was, like this - though Bucky's family had been a little less rough and scrabble than some, back before he lived in Victors' Village anyway. He used to play up being higher mannered than he was, as a kid.
He shrugged, right shouldered and not that concerned. "Maybe not once. But they didn't figure people would keep going back, so who knows? They don't always think things through around here." They didn't always think things through anywhere. Even when they should. Some people never learned not to just fucking dive in.
Scott was probably right though. The party might have been held somewhere kids got murdered - but god forbid the fucking guests break a fingernail.
Bucky's eyes slid over Scott again as he ate, going quiet for a second and then asking cautiously. "You doing all right? Other than the sleep." Or the not sleeping.