Emo Soldier | The Fun Stark
"At least to start with," he said in agreement. "Once you get enough in you, you can't really taste it anymore or you just don't care." Bucky'd been there before, in good times, bad, probably regrettable-oops-I-don't-know-her-name moments. He wasn't worried about any of that tonight though. This was going to be a good night, or at least that was the plan. Whether or not he actually danced would be up in the air. Probably depended on who all he ran into tonight.
"I taught the Steve from my world how to dance," he said. "Mostly, anyway. He had a little rhythm on his own. Always put up a big to-do about it because he didn't want to go out." He smirked at the memory; Steve's stubborn little mule front about not wanting to go. Really at the time, they'd just wanted to go together minus the dames, but times were different back then. It was a lifetime ago, they'd both moved on, and thankfully could look back on that time with fondness now and not regret.
"Did he ever make you do the Charleston with him?"