[ Stand to your glasses steady / This world is a world full of lies ]

Jul 18, 2010 10:38

WHO: hangtherisk and deadthenred
WHERE: Duffy's Tavern
WHEN: Saturday night
WARNINGS: possible drunkenness, foul language, etc.
SUMMARY: Two dead sidekicks walk into a bar...
FORMAT: Paraish

Here's a toast to the dead already / And 'Hurrah' to the next man who dies! )

james barnes | bucky, † thomas raymond | toro

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deadthenred July 19 2010, 00:13:59 UTC
"They'll kill you, you know," said Bucky, having snuck up from some dark place. "Someone told me that." He realized he hadn't said hello, or announced himself, and that probably he was quieter than he realized, even though he preferred shoes with a heel and leather tops. Bucky'd been so many years making like he was invisible, and some of it had to stick. Something always had to stick.

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hangtherisk July 19 2010, 06:58:17 UTC
Bucky had always been good at sneaking. That's what Uncle Sam had used him for since before he could grow a respectable mustache and nobody knew that better than Tom. He couldn't quite help the way he jumped, and he didn't care if he ribbed him for it. He ran with the type, but he wasn't a military man.

He wasn't even very hard, as the other Invaders were only too quick to point out sometimes.

Bucky's soft-footed approaches hadn't bothered him as much before.

He took another drag from his cigarette, shrugging.

"The way I see it, there's no shortage of things that can kill a man. This one's not so bad."

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deadthenred July 20 2010, 04:32:59 UTC
Christ, he really hadn't mean to do that. And he was kicking himself with the crummy choice of words. He forgot, sometimes, what he was doing, sometimes. What he did, one time. Though, he'd never really remembered that, had he?

Tom said he did. Said he remembered everything- but Bucky wasn't quite so sure. How could you know you'd forgotten something if you didn't remember it? And if Tom did remember, what the hell was he hanging around him for?

But if he didn't remember, well, it'd look awful fishy if Bucky was just avoiding his best friend. Especially one so worked up about that vanishing act he pulled- was gonna pull- up in the north Atlantic. That's why he was here, why he was doing this. That's what he was saying to himself.

"Maybe they won't work on you," he offered. "Hell, maybe they'll make you healthier." He knew he couldn't say sorry about the whole sneaking thing without having it grow bigger.

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hangtherisk July 20 2010, 07:22:42 UTC
People didn't give Tom much credit for being careful, but when it was something worth tiptoeing around he at least gave it his best shot. His brand of sensitivity was still pretty brash, so instead of just pussyfooting around what had happened to him a lifetime ago (or a couple of months, depending how you looked at it), Tom switched gears and focused on what he wanted to instead.

And instead of focusing on his fear of what Bucky would become, he kept himself firmly focused on enjoying the company of the best pal he ever had.

Because back home, he was already gone. Tom just couldn't reconcile that, so he dealt with it the only ways he knew how.

For him, that was with a smile.

"Well, I don't intend on quitting anytime soon, so we'll hafta see," he said, hoping it could make Bucky a little more at ease. "Anyway, you got a place in mind or should I choose? I'm glad I had my identification card on me. Think they'll give me a look when the bartender sees my date of birth?"

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