WHO:
hangtherisk and
deadthenredWHERE: Duffy's Tavern
WHEN: Saturday night
WARNINGS: possible drunkenness, foul language, etc.
SUMMARY: Two dead sidekicks walk into a bar...
FORMAT: Paraish
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Here's a toast to the dead already / And 'Hurrah' to the next man who dies! )
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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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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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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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