Music sounded from a distant jukebox while you stood alone. Your friend was across the bar, hitting up some chuckleheads with her undeniable beauty. She could get any man by the drop of a hat, but instead she goes for the ones who will love her and leave her after one night. You strummed your fingers on the counter, looking about awkwardly. Your other friend, and bartender, came strolling up to you. “Busy night, I assume.” Thomas chuckled lowly, sliding you a drink. You shook your head, sliding it back. “Busier than ever,” you began, “but no drink for me. Only water.” Sarcasm dripped from your voice as you spoke, leaning your head onto your hand. Thomas laughed once again, handing you a different drink. He smiled warmly before moving onto someone else to serve. You skulled the glass of water, sighing once you were done. Your best friend, Nancy, was nowhere to be seen, leaving you alone. You didn’t even know why you went out to bars with her anymore, especially when she would leave at any chance she could get with literally any man.
You were brought out of your trance by someone sliding up next to you. It was a man. An extremely good looking man. He had dark short hair, and was wearing a uniform. You almost melted at the large smile on his face. “Would you like to dance?” He asked calmly, extending a hand. You almost took it immediately. He chuckled at how you flinched ever so slightly.
“What. No hello? Nice to meet you?” You smiled softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “Hello. Nice to meet you, I am Bucky. Would you like to dance?” You took his hand, and he lead you out to the dance floor while you told him not to make you regret it. You needed to have fun, do get out of your comfort zone.
He swung you about, and the two of you twirled and danced to the music. The two of you were having the greatest time, laughing and squealing and delight.
It was one of the best nights of your life, as well as the night before James Buchanan Barnes, your newest friend, left for war.