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james barnes (freezerburn) wrote in entrywaythreads,

Bucky shrugged his metal shoulder, the hand suddenly hidden in his coat pocket for the moment. He was lucky that he'd shown up in something that wasn't either his uniform (a good jacket, sure, but his arm was totally exposed) or something for warm climate (because Gehenna, though not Russia, wasn't exactly warm central). He had a pretty sturdy coat that kept his arm concealed from the majority of the people here. Important, because though he was vocal about it over their version of the internet, he also wasn't waving it around here in the every day world, flipping people the bird every time he could. A metal arm was something you could easily hide, and so he did.

"I don't know what a star trek is, but it doesn't sound like a good time." He wrinkled his nose. Dangerous. She called drinking dangerous, which meant she knew what alcohol was, and she knew what it did both to her and the people around her. And it meant that, somewhere deep down, under all that cute blonde hair and that cute smile, she was a fighter.

Because regular girls didn't call alcohol dangerous. They called it fun and just one more. Danger only became clear with alcohol when you were afraid of something coming up behind you, and you knew that if you drank too much, you wouldn't be able to help yourself out of a bad situation.

He sat down on the stool just beside her, his cup clinking as he set it back down and gestured to the bartender to get him some more. "So, what monsters do you hide from?"