[ There's a moment of awkward hesitation. Bucky doesn't exactly go around kissing other men. Well, he hasn't gone around kissing anyone since the 40s, but when he had, it had been women.
He'd been egged on, though, plied by drinks and the spirit of the bets he mostly kept losing, and when the reaction he gets back is mild, he instantly relaxes back into that spirit of joking.
He laughs and slaps the man mildly on the arm when the words finally sink in. ]
Good luck with that.
[ And then he starts to slink back to the bar where he'd been betting with the locals, throwing words back over his shoulder. ]
The only way you're getting a drink out of me is with a bet.
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He'd been egged on, though, plied by drinks and the spirit of the bets he mostly kept losing, and when the reaction he gets back is mild, he instantly relaxes back into that spirit of joking.
He laughs and slaps the man mildly on the arm when the words finally sink in. ]
Good luck with that.
[ And then he starts to slink back to the bar where he'd been betting with the locals, throwing words back over his shoulder. ]
The only way you're getting a drink out of me is with a bet.