"Bucky was the best bartender," Steve offered as he cut up vegetables. "He made great tips. Mostly from the girls, of course." He grinned over at Bucky, happy to brag about his handsome friend even though he'd been jealous at the time. Girls just always loved Bucky. It was the way it was. But it helped pay the rent. It wasn't like Steve could get a decent job at the time. Then the war had happened, of course.