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Bucky was rather amused with all of this, letting his lips turn up into a grin as he took a sip from the glass. Straight vodka would have people squirming and making all kinds of faces, but Bucky didn’t even react to the burning sensation. He was very quickly learning he was a complete sucker for a man with an accent, and boy did Jesse have a pretty one. “Mmm. Well, you can have as much of it as you’d like.” He hummed out, taking another sip, longer this time, still no reaction from him. “Gonna make me blush if you keep callin’ me pretty like that, doll.” He said, batting his eyelashes for effect.

Jesse’s eyes locked with Bucky’s as the other man downed his drink. Jesse had been drinking since before he was legal, and even he had a hard time with the good stuff straight like that. He wondered for a moment if Bucky was one of those meta-humans he saw on the news, but kept it to himself. Either way, he was damn impressed.

“Keep callin’ me doll an’ see where that gets ya,” he smirked. His eyes fell to Bucky’s lips and back up to his soft eyes. “Think that drink’ll keep ya busy ‘til I can close up?” he asked, lowering his voice. “Gimme a half hour, and I reckon I can find another way to keep you entertained.”

#{ *bucky }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }

officialmockeye:

Kate watched the man closely, he seemed like an interesting guy. She liked his accent, she was pretty sure everyone would, everyone likes an accent. “Do you often have to ask nice ladies to leave?” She questioned, narrowing her eyes a little. “Also, it’s Kate.” She said, giving him a small smile. As he suddenly mentioned the Avengers, she perked up, shaking her head. “No I haven’t. Which one have you met? Are they nice?”

“Not really, but that’s ‘cuz anyone I have to ask to leave normally ain’t all that nice,” Jesse winked at Kate. He braced his arms against the bar as he remembered his first (and only) encounter with one of the heroes. “One time, when I first moved here, Captain America came in here. He was more than nice,” he remembered fondly. “I was just startin’ out here, been here maybe a month. Almost didn’t recognize him, it had been a while since he had been in the news. But you take a minute to really study the guy, and things just kinda click into place.”

#{ *kate }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }#(i was gonna keep writing but i'm having such a brain fart)#(what do u even say to captain america lmao)

buchananboy:

Bucky hummed, his hand moving to take the glass, purposely letting his fingers rest over top of Jesse’s. “Tryin’ make me beg for it, doll?” He said, the slight Brooklyn accent coming out. With his other hand he reached into his wallet, pulling out a 20 dollar bill, reaching up to tuck it into Jesse’s pocket on his shirt, giving him a grin. “Gonna have all my money by the end of the night if you keep lookin’ at me like that.” He said, sounding rather amused. Bucky usually kept to himself, most of the time feeling self-conscious about his prosthetic, but he was barely thinking about it tonight, he was having fun flirting with this guy. “You flirt with all your customers? Or am I just lucky?”

The brush of their fingers sent a warm spark throughout Jesse. He froze in place as the man’s other hand reached up to his chest, and felt his heart leap into his throat. He swallowed hard and tried to keep his cool. “Sugar, if you keep lookin’ at me like that, you ain’t gotta give me nothin’ but your time,” he managed, licking his lips. He glanced at the clock on the wall and surveyed the rest of the bar - he was almost certain nobody would mind if he cashed out the register a little early. His gaze fell back to Bucky and his breathing hitched. “Only the pretty ones,” he grinned. “Seems to me I’m the lucky one.”

#{ *bucky }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }#(mccree is about to risk it all kjjkdjksjhafkd)

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#{ *ask memes }#buchananboy #(remember this meme from. a fucking month ago)#(i'm sorry but also i'm not fdhslkajhfkljdas)

imquill:

“I’m only 37.” Peter said quite quickly, shaking his head. “My mom liked to listen to ‘em and she just kinda passed them down to me.” He explained, glancing down at the bar for a brief moment, a slight change in emotion on his face.

“And you’re still finding cassettes and players that work? Damn!” Jesse asked. He noticed the stranger’s expression shift suddenly, and Jesse himself got quiet. He leaned on the bar and lowered his voice, looking at the other man seriously. “Hey, friend, I didn’t mean to start nothin’. You ain’t gotta explain nothin’ to me. Family’s a tough subject for me, too.”

“How ‘bout I get you another drink. On the house.”

#{ *peter }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }

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#{ *ask memes }

buchananboy:

“Living dangerously, hm? I like it.” Bucky grinned, his eyebrow slightly raising on his face. This man was certainly interesting, he’d give him that, and he was almost 100% sure that everyone was a sucker for a man with an accent. As the man spun around, he took the moment to reach up and fix his hair, wanting to look his best of course. His eyes slid down to the glass that was in the man’s hand after he had poured the drink, trying his best to hold back a cheeky grin. “Bucky, not so straight.” He shot back, biting down on his bottom lip as their eyes met.

Jesse nearly dropped the glass. He could feel the blush crawling up his cheeks, and it took him a second too long to regain his composure. His gaze dropped from the man’s eyes to his lips and then quickly down to the bar. Sure, he had his fair share of good-looking patrons, but it had been quite some time since one had looked at him like that and been so openly receptive to his attempts at flirting. He cleared his throat and couldn’t stop the amused smile tugging at his lips. “Call me Jesse,” he said, setting the glass down on the bar but not taking his hand away. “Or call me later.”

#{ *bucky }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }#(gay screaming)

officialmockeye:

Kate shook her head quite quickly, laughing a little before she took another drink of the water. “Of course I changed. I’m not a monster.” She joked, flashing him a smile. “You must have interesting things happen to you, working in a bar and all… tell me something?”

Jesse made a big show of sighing in relief, exaggerating the shrug in his shoulders and beaming. “Thank goodness,” he said. “I hate asking nice ladies to leave.” He shrugged again half-heartedly at her question, trying to remember the last exciting, out-of-the-ordinary thing he had seen in the bar. Business was a little slow tonight, so nothing stood out there, but there surely had to be some story worth sharing. He snapped his fingers excitedly when one of his better stories came to mind.

“Ya ever met an Avenger?” he asked.

#{ *kate }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }

imquill:

“Condition your beard? That’s dedication. I’m impressed.” Peter chuckled, feeling like there was just a permanent grin on his face. “Hey now careful, you’re making me feel old, I listen to cassettes.”

“Cassettes?!” he asked incredulously. “Man, what decade did you crawl out of? You can’t be older than I am!”

#{ *peter }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }

medicguardian:

Angela gave a shrug of her shoulders. “I suppose you’re right, but still,” sighing, she took a sip of her drink. “I’d much rather not have a death scare with someone under my care.” Her mind drifted back to the day’s events and tried to shake the thought. It wasn’t too often she had days like this, today only happened because she was too tired to even function. “I wasn’t focused is all,” she said quietly, unaware she spoke her thought aloud.

Jesse frowned, wishing there was something more he could say or do to comfort the doctor in front of him. He leaned on his elbows on the bar, resting his chin in one of his hands as he studied her pensively. “It happens sometimes,” he offered. “You still pulled it together enough to save a life today. That’s not nothing, ma’am.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m proud of you.”

#{ *angela }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }

sensedforce:

“I’m afraid I haven’t got interesting to share.”

“You sure ‘bout that? Seems to me you’ve got a lot on your mind.”

“That, or you’re worried that I’m gonna know your ID is fake.”

#{ *rey }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }#(does rey even have an id i mean she's from outer space)

imquill:

“Soft face? Your beard says otherwise.” Peter joked, shaking his head. “Really man, I got nothing. Just sold some records, that’s about it.”

“Hey now, I condition!” Jesse says defensively, stroking his own cheek thoughtfully for a moment. “Records? Like, vinyl records? They still make those?”

#{ *peter }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }#(don't let jesse fool u into thinking he's gone fully digital with his music taste he prefers cds over anything )

officialmockeye:

“Office?” Kate chuckled a little at that. “Please, I’d never want to work in an office.” She gave him a nod as she took the glass of water, taking a short sip. “Just working at the animal shelter in downtown. Had a few mishaps today, which mostly involved me getting peed on. Not fun.”

Jesse wrinkled his nose in mild disgust. He had to deal with some gross stuff every now and then at work - it was a bar in the middle of Manhattan, after all - but at least those were gross human things. “Please tell me you changed before sitting down at my bar.”

#{ *kate }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }#(don't be fooled he loves dogs)#(he just does not love pee )

buchananboy:

Bucky slowly glanced up, a small grin forming on his face. “I suppose it does work better when I pay you. Careful saying that though, kinda sounds like you meant somethin’ else.” He winked, pulling out his wallet, sliding some money across the bar. “Vodka.” Was all he said, tiling his head to the side.

Jesse did his best to bite back a smile when the other man winked, but he couldn’t help himself. “Where’s the fun in being careful?” he asked coyly, reaching to meet him halfway for his money. He quickly counted the bills and turned on his heels to fix the drink.

He returned with a small tumbler with a little more than a shot of chilled vodka in it. He probably should have been a little stingier, since it was the nicer stuff, but he didn’t feel any remorse being a little generous to a handsome stranger. Pointedly, he avoided putting down the glass right away, instead holding it out to the patron within a reasonable distance. “Vodka, straight.”

#{ *bucky }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }#(jesse is a chaotic bisexual he knows EXACTLY what he's doing)

medicguardian:

Angela rolled her eyes in response. “Please, that would be the least of my worries in my day work.” Sitting up straighter, she looked at him, almost glaring at him. “Try having a patient almost dying on you, not once, but twice.”

Jesse’s eyes widened in both curiosity and horror. He had only meant to make polite conversation, but now he felt like he had crossed a line. He stiffened and diverted his gaze down to the counter. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said with as much sincerity he could manage.

“But an ‘almost’ isn’t a final thing,” he said carefully, looking up at her again and trying to lighten the mood. “I think you deserve some credit, doc - it sounds like you did your job very well today.” He picked up his glass of tea and held it out to her in cheers.

#{ *angela }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }#(i'm so hype!!!!! love these bbs)

imquill:

“Uh. Not much to tell. Don’t got any juicy gossip or anything. Sorry man.”

“Nope. Not gonna cut it, son. You’ve had all day out there in the world and you try to tell me you ain’t seen nothin’ today? I know I got a soft face but I wasn’t born yesterday.”

#{ *peter }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }

buchananboy:

Bucky slowly glanced up at the man who was speaking to him, narrowing his eyes a little. He briefly wondered if he knew him, before deciding he didn’t. “Would take a hell of a lot more than a penny.” He mumbled out, slumping down at the bar, leaning his head in his hands.

“Well, you see, this kind of works better when you give me money,” Jesse joked. “That kind of day, huh? How bout a rum and coke, then?”

#{ *bucky }#{ *the good the chat and the ugly }#(that's a better tag there oops)

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