Mr. Buckets of Fun / Captain Charleston
The sickness had taken a toll on a lot of people. Bucky wished he'd been able to check in on the younger Steve but he'd been kind of stuck for a while with his arm situation, and then the werewolf fiasco went down but thankfully everyone came out of it unscathed. They also had all recovered from the weird illness and everything seemed to be back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be considering their overall situation.
"Well, these, I think would be the equivalent to drinking a beer," he said and pointed to the bottles that had some sort of fizzy looking blue liquid in them. "And that variety would be more like mixing something like vodka, whiskey, tequila with something to chase it. From what I've been able to tell, the darker the color, the more potent it is."
He smirked a little about the dancing. "Me? I dunno, maybe. Think I nearly broke all the bones in this old body dancing with you at Pancho's."