(You pulled my hair.) [After all, he's supposed to be Bucky with the good hair, but Sam's laughter is an excellent distraction from the weight of his worries and the burn of the alcohol is strangely soothing in a way he never thought before. He goes back to his own drink, sipping the Altin Nova as if he didn't just down Sam's.
The bartender comes over, antennae pivoting as it moves. Bucky doesn't have a second drink picked out yet.]
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The bartender comes over, antennae pivoting as it moves. Bucky doesn't have a second drink picked out yet.]