[Bucky's grin widens at the bump to his good shoulder. He likes that the bond between them has grown stronger, despite his reservations about being around people in general. Eyeing the glass, he shrugs his good shoulder. He might as well give it a try; that's why they're here, after all.
He scoops up the glass, thick fingers wrapped around the stem like a goblet, and takes a sip. Very sweet. And a tinge of something sharper behind it. He's not entirely sure if he likes either taste.]
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He scoops up the glass, thick fingers wrapped around the stem like a goblet, and takes a sip. Very sweet. And a tinge of something sharper behind it. He's not entirely sure if he likes either taste.]
( Does it all taste like this? )