“You look miserable.”
Steve looked up, eyebrow raised already at the man who dare to speak to him while he’s wallowing in self-pity, trying to drown himself in beer he knew wouldn’t get him even tipsy before he would die of too much liquid in his body.
He shrugged, vaguely. “That obvious?”
The guy smiled, sliding into the bar stool next to him, lifting a hand as to order a drink, then he turned back to Steve. “Handsome guy like you all alone? Something’s up. You wanna talk about it?” A smirk tugged at the corners of the man’s mouth. “Easier talkin’ to strangers.”
Steve thought for a moment, looking the guy up and down. Then he shrugged again, taking a sip of his own beer. “Why not? You’re cute enough.”
“Bucky,” the man said, grinning even wider at Steve’s last comment.
“Steve,” Steve answered, “Nice to meet you.”
It could be dangerous, he’s been warned about picking up strangers from bars. Whatever, maybe he’ll get something nice out of it. Like the guy’s number.
Or… something else.
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No one ever told me how hard it is to make gifs, crop them, edit them, and then clip them together!! Good GOD, I spend too long on these gifs.
Oooo! What happens next?!?!
That
That happens next ;)