This was technically their first date. Agreed upon by both Bucky and Steve. Bucky would maybe pin their first date on the night that he took Steve out to the soda shop instead of the dance and worked him up until the smaller male was redder than a rose. Then Bucky for once didn’t lose his nerve and kissed Steve on his doorstep. Now they both had decided while it had to remain secret they were going to try to figure out this whole dating thing. Bucky’s never been one to be nervous around Steve or nervous on dates. Yet here he is feeling like he’s about to crawl out of his own skin. The sun is low in the sky. It’s safer to go out somewhere under the cover of night. Not only that but he had saved up enough money for the train to get out of Brooklyn for the evening. It would be safer that way, no one would know their names or their faces. No one could stir up rumors that were already floating around.
Besides Bucky had heard from the fellas on the docks that Manhattan had a flourishing gay scene. A few men had taken their partners out to some secret location and had the time of their lives. The problem with that is that Bucky couldn’t exactly take Steve to swing seeing as he didn’t want to kill Steve on the first date. But he had gotten the name of the neighborhood that seemed to turn a little more of a blind eye to two fellas. Of course no where was really safe for them but it was better than most spots in Brooklyn right now. He had heard about the bar that got busted a few weeks back and it hit a little too close to home. He knew that the underground scene was going to have to build up a little more outside of the docks before he and Steve could go out around here. So Manhattan it was, even if it did mean he’d have to spent a little more money out there.
Of course it wouldn’t be a real date if Bucky didn’t come pick him up like a gentlemen should. Bucky is well aware of Sarah’s open mind so he isn’t all that worried as he knocks on apartment door. He leans his back easily on the door frame trying to make himself seem a little more suave and earn a bit of a laugh he’s sure. “Come on, Stevie. Got your best jacket on yet?” He calls through the thin wood door.
