We Haven't Just Met || +the-captain-rum-soldier (Closed)
Bucky had usually tried to avoid large, boisterous parties. He knew of the things that usually happen all too well. So when Shelby offered up to take him to one, there was a slight hesitation. There was no doubt that Bucky liked to party, however he would usually get carried away with the sultry music and abundance of alcoholic beverages that seemed to give off an energy all its own.
But that was exactly what had happened.
Two Blue Moons and three shots of Tequila later, Bucky's mind felt like a whirlwind. His legs began to betray him and he plopped down onto the nearest couch, closing his eyes to regain his equilibrium. He was way beyond the point of drunk, but wasn't worried about it; he felt great.
Turning his head, he spotted a delightfully attractive woman sitting beside him. Her brunet hair cascaded across her elegant shoulders, and her face showed both a fierce, yet kind woman behind that smile. Little did he realize that it was Shelby.
And she seemed to look even more glamorous than when they first arrived.
"Hello." Bucky drawled out, his words slightly slurred. He extended his left arm so that it wrapped around her shoulders. "What's a pretty dame like you doin' at a place like this? You look like you could be a model."
