"Now we're talking."
"Now we're talking."
Not that I care.
Not that I care.
Don't let me do that again.
Don't let me do that again.
He does. If anyone has a right to be upset with Steve, it's Bucky; Tony's only known him for a fraction of the time.
He does. If anyone has a right to be upset with Steve, it's Bucky; Tony's only known him for a fraction of the time.
"Cool as a cucumber over here." He leans back. "See?"
"Cool as a cucumber over here." He leans back. "See?"
Tony's drunk and jaded.
Tony's drunk and jaded.
But he all looks the same.
"Deserves? Pffftshht."
But he all looks the same.
"Deserves? Pffftshht."
"Steve would be glad I'm alive. Cool. Cool. Too bad Steve isnt here. He's out boinking in the 40s."
"Steve would be glad I'm alive. Cool. Cool. Too bad Steve isnt here. He's out boinking in the 40s."
Tony knows. He's been there.
Drinking? She's a bitch.
Tony knows. He's been there.
Drinking? She's a bitch.
Is Bucky guy or bi? He can't remember.
Is Bucky guy or bi? He can't remember.
It doesn't.
He is drunk. So drunk.
He swallows the shot in a swig.
It doesn't.
He is drunk. So drunk.
He swallows the shot in a swig.
He pours more into Bucky's glass and then his own.
He pours more into Bucky's glass and then his own.
Tony reaches for the bottle of scotch.
"Scotch scotch scotch. I love Scotch."
Tony reaches for the bottle of scotch.
"Scotch scotch scotch. I love Scotch."