Mr. Buckets of Fun / Captain Charleston
Sodas were kind of a rare treat for him and his Steve, too. They never really had much money; enough to get by, enough to pay the bills, but not really a lot to splurge on. Maybe some extra to replace clothes that had become threadbare and stuff like that. But usually Bucky was saving whatever extra he earned down at the harbor and Steve from his tutoring sessions to go see a film or take out some ladies for a date. Sometimes, especially if the date fell through, they had enough to go to the soda shop on the corner and have milkshakes, or a coffee (weather dependent; he never wanted to give Steve an extra reason to get a chill), or a coca cola. It was a very different time back then. Sometimes Bucky thought it'd be easier to live back in it. Mostly he was glad for what he had now. Especially in Starklandia, amazingly enough.
"Think I could handle a couple of these before I get too eventful myself," he said, and chuckled. "I think my days of getting drunk and throwing caution to the wind have long since passed." There'd been a time when he wouldn't have hesitated -- when he would've been in the center of the dance floor commanding all the attention simply because he had that sort of personality that called for it. But, not so much anymore. He was opening up, but he wasn't that outgoing.
"You have to say that because you're Steve Rogers. I think it's in your nature to be kind to the elderly," he joked. "But thanks. It was nice, actually. Old bones and all. Kind of reminded me of when I wasn't so old."