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It'd been a good while since Bucky had last been in a real bar. There were bars in Wakanda inside the veiled city, but since he lived in the outskirts he didn't make it in all that much. There was also the fact that he couldn't actually feel the effects of alcohol anymore. He could drink for the taste, maybe for the memory of what it felt like to get blitzed, but if there wasn't a reason for it beyond that it just kind of sounded depressing and maybe a little desperate.
Thankfully, the grand opening of the bar in town was a reason to go so he left his living quarters and made his way to Pancho's. Now that he actually had clothes, he dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a grey fitted shirt, and a brown leather jacket. Some dark brown shoes completed the ensemble. Bucky'd swept back the front pieces of his hair and tied them in a little knot at the back of his head as he'd learned to do some time ago.
Was he actually intending on socializing? Maybe a little. He wasn't sure if Steve was going to be there or not. He figured Clint would be, so maybe he'd talk to him, have a drink and go. No one could label him a grumpy old hermit after this anyway. Bucky walked in, to see that there were a handful of people already there. That was fine. He walked up to the bar and sat down, figuring he'd nurse a beer for a little while.