Thinking of Bartender!Bucky in this very moment…
BartenderBucky! Drabble/Headcannons
WC- 998
A/N- These thoughts came to me as I was writing for another WIP I have that involves Bucky as a bartender! I may not dream of labor but I sure do dream of Bucky laboring lmao! This has not been proofed Hope u enjoy
Bartender!Bucky whose set work schedule is Fri-Sun at one of the popular dive bars in the city
Bartender!Bucky who is constantly picking up shifts for all of his coworkers, especially during the week
Bartender!Bucky who is tasked with training new recruits. His patience, firm teaching style, and gentle voice making him the best candidate for the job
Bartender!Bucky who is always first to take on side-work tasks so his coworkers can indulge themselves in the “fun parts” of the job
Bartender!Bucky who cashes out big every weekend. I mean with a face like that and the skills to match who wouldn’t empty out their pockets for him
Bartender!Bucky who's beat up 2008 Chevy Equinox pulls into the desolate bar parking lot an hour before his shift. He sits in the car, blasting War Pigs by Black Sabbath off of a worn-out CD "Trying to get his head in the game," he tells Sam who resides next to him in the passenger seat
Bartender!Bucky whose favorite coworkers are Sam (his roommate), who brings him out of his shell and Natasha (Steve's girlfriend) who can eyeball a triple no problem.
Bartender!Bucky whose t-shirt fits him a little too well, almost outlining his dad's dog tags under the black cotton fabric
Bartender!Bucky whose hair is pulled back by a wire headband to keep his bangs out of his eyes. Steel Cuban link bracelet moving from wrist to forearm as he moves the shaker in his hands
Bartender Bucky who loves making mixed drinks. Makes a meannn Manhattan and Paloma
Bartender!Bucky who prefers a beer over liquor (a Guinness or Modelo if the place has fresh lime) He likes drinking his beer out of the bottle over glass, they feel too fancy for him.
Bartender!Bucky who isn't about theatrics but efficiency, having one of the fastest drink times on staff
Bartender!Bucky whose slightly gruff disposition serves as asshole repellent when he is on shift
You! who was dragged to this dingy dive bar by your lovely coworkers on a busy Friday night. Straight-leg jeans sitting low on your waist, your graphic tee hanging off of you just right. The goal is to grab a drink or two, blow off some steam and head home. The group of you maneuver through crowded bodies and finally make it to the bar's countertop. The beginning guitar chords of 'Blind by Korn' ring through the bar. Your head raises to meet the steely eyes of James B. Barnes. His thick forearms crossed over themselves as he leaned over the bar so you could hear him.
“Hiyah sweets, what can I get for you?"
You! who has taken the top position as Bucky's favorite regular
You! oh so patient, waiting for Bucky to finish up with other customers instead of having Maria or Same make your drink. when he asks why you always wait you reply
" I don't know your drinks always taste the best."
You! who calls him Jamie like a lifelong friend would
You! who shows up to the bar with a brown paper bag under your arm full of whatever goodies you decided to bake that week
Bartender!Bucky who texts you throughout the week, sending you cute photos of his cat Alpine and letting you rant about your work life
Bartender!Bucky who now greets you with a small smile every Saturday night, your signature drink prepared for you as soon as you walk through the heavy metal door
Bartender!Bucky who uses you as his guinea pig! having you try new liquors and drink recipes because "Sweets, you have the best palate of all of my regulars."
Bartender!Bucky who is extra excited to see you on slow nights during the week, listening to your stories of childhood best friends and whoever had made your shitlist that week
“Well," he mumbles ,cutting into the navel orange in front of him, "Next time call me, I'll take the day off and take care of them for you." he raises his eyebrows at you.
"Slow your roll Jamie, take me to dinner first!" you say with a little laugh, head resting on your hand as you watched him work.
"I'm free Sunday night. I could pick you up from your place, take you somewhere nice." He turned his head towards you, Orange rounds lay strewn across the small cutting board, now an afterthought.
"Are you actually asking me out or are you being a dickhead Jamie?"
"Now when have you known me to be a dickhead sweets?" Bucky tilts his head like a puppy, easy smile spreading across his face.
"Last week, when you picked a man up by his armpits like a baby and carried him out of the bar." You reply dryly
"Ok, to be fair," Bucky raises both of his hands in defense. "He was mouthing off to Nat about his beer having too much head. You know Nat, all of the glasses she pulls are borderline perfect. She tried to explain to him that the keg came to us with the pressure fucked up, but he decided that name-calling was the way to go," he finishes with a small shrug.
"You don't think the baby lift was a bit much?" You cross your arms over your chest smirking slightly.
"He gave Sharron and Maria shit the week before about ticket times. I gave him a second chance, he screwed up so he got the baby toss." He mimics your body language, crossing his arms across his chest.
"ok."
"Ok what sweets?" Bucky scrunches his brow slightly
"Pick me up Sunday night, I'll text you the address." You say, turning on your heels "And make it nice Jamie, I've eaten enough bar food in the last 4 months to last me a lifetime" you say sarcastically.
"Heard! Nice dress, good wine, banging food? Sounds like a plan sweetheart."
You turn to catch sight of him one more time before leaving the bar "Bye Jamie, see you Sunday."
"See you Sunday sweetness.” he calls back to you as you slip from his view.
