Bucky and Open
Bucky leaned against one of the empty tables in the back people watching. He wasn't sure the girl he'd been flirting with would come, but he hoped so. Something about her... He wanted her to come out and have a good time. Forget her troubles. He forgot what it was like to come to the island fresh and new, with the world on your shoulders. And she was way too young for that kind of weight.
He scratched at the slight growth on his chin. How the hell Steve grew them so full and thick, his own beard was already bugging the hell out of him and it had only been a few days. True to his word, though, he wore his Army Dress.
His eyes cut to Steve for what had to be the tenth time. Shaking his head at his husbands oblivious conversation. Dropping his hand from the paltry stubble he snagged up his glass, taking a pull off of the rich gold burbon.