examples (branching) wrote in oh_marvelous, @ 2012-09-30 14:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | z: om1: !closed, z: om1: location: new york, z: om1: past character: bucky barnes, z: om1: past character: natasha romanoff |
One Of These Days The Ground Will Drop Out From Beneath Your Feet
Characters: Bucky Barnes and (OTA)
Setting: September 29th, La Zarza Lounge, 1:30 AM
Content: Violence, Death (flashback) / Suggestive Themes, Language
Summary: The Winter Soldier has been out working and comes to a swanky bar to drink high-priced vodka and watch Americans act like buffoons. And probably hit on a lady or two, because its boring when he's not shooting people.
The bass pounded through the steel beams and concrete of the building around him, but it wasn't the constant pressure of the sound waves around him that made him sick. It was the constant banter of the two men behind him, talking about the woman that neither was going to summon the courage to speak with. The fantasy of grabbing the bottle of rum under the bar in front of him, turning around, and bludgeoning them to death with it replayed more times than was acceptable for their safety. Another deep sigh and he pushed away from the bar, turning slowly on the ball of his foot as he took the tumbler filled with vodka. A slow slip taken from it as he passed the two males, noticing one of them size him up territorially and getting a roll of his blue eyes in response. It was the easiest way to help suppress the sudden, white-hot fire to slam the idiot's head through a table. A small curse uttered in Russian beneath his breath as he made his way through the posh club, skirting the edge of the dance floor and offering a small wink to the woman the two had been speaking to beforehand. The smile he got in return was rather pretty and he noted it for later, never know what might happen once you've gotten enough vodka in your system. Of course, he hadn't had anything planned for another two weeks and that was one way to spend those two weeks. As he neared the lounge area he was aiming for, his mind was allowed to drift back a couple of hours.