Bucky / Clint
This feeling, this beautiful feeling was something that Bucky did and always would cherish. It felt so normal, like this was what people naturally felt about others they liked -- liked. There had maybe been a few dames in the past he'd gotten a little excited about going to dance with, but it wasn't the same as this overall feeling of pure elation just from being within eyesight of someone.
As they leaned against each other, Bucky felt at ease and less aware of the crowd around them. He knew they were there, but it wasn't affecting him the way it would be if he was by himself or trying to navigate through it. Just being there, well, it was fantastic. So was he man next to him. "It's also fancy for geriatric, but that just didn't sound sexy," he said, and chuckled a little.
"Awhile," he added. "At least until you've made your birthday wish."