Emo Soldier | The Fun Stark
The type of gatherings where there was no other purpose other than to just have a good time was the sort Bucky preferred. Birthday parties were great, but there was an added layer of expectation there. This? This was just set up for everyone to drink, eat, listen to music and enjoy each other's company. Bucky had been gradually coming out of his self-made cave of sorts to be a little more social with other people lately, so this was kind of a good thing for him to keep going with that decision. He had Clint to thank for that, mostly.
Bucky wasn't sure there was any rhyme or reason to the similarities and differences between the doubles. He didn't have one here, but he knew there were others of him that existed. Obviously the troubadour from this Tony's world, and the one with greasy hair from Clint's world. He wasn't sure what he'd make of it if either of them showed up. He'd figure that out if it happened. Treat them like anyone else, he guessed.
"I bet he would," he said. "Don't judge. I haven't had anything to drink yet. But hopefully I can still do it." He led Tony over to a less confined spot and stood beside him. "So what you do, is you start with one foot and step forward," he did so. "Then you bring your feet back together," again, he demonstrated. "Then you step back with the other foot, and bring them together again." He did both. "That's the basic mechanics of it. You get that going and speed it up, then we can get fancy with it."