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→ i'ma bleed a little poison out

[ Bucky's feed flickers on, the camera pointed up and above his head to where a sprig of mistletoe is sitting. He probably doesn't realise they're cursed right now, as evident from the laugh in his voice when he talks, the camera swinging back down to his amused and very smug grin. He's outside somewhere, wearing the scarf Steve's landlady had given him, tucked up under his chin. It's a little cold, but he doesn't seem bothered by it, too busy smirking. ]

Ah, my favourite part of the holiday season, ain't nobody allowed to say it different.

[ Really, he has no right to sound like a kid in a sweet shop, but there you go. He does, and he's not actually attempting to hide it. Mostly because he's an impossible charmer and he likes the ladies. ]

(( ooc: Posting and running for the daily activities but I knew I'd forget later. If you want to find Bucky and attack his face, please feel free. It can be as awkward as all hell too. Because I will laugh forever. ))

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[Steve stands up ramrod straight.]

Um. I have to go.

[And freak out over the kiss. And how good it felt. And possibly hope Bucky won't punch him the next time he sees him.]

[ Welp. That's -

- how drunk can he get? Oh god. Oh god. Oh sweet merciful Jesus, now his best friend is fleeing the scene. Wonderful. ]

[Steve can always find Bucky. It's like a gift]

[ Well. He's bar crawling, Steve. Can your innate gift find him there? ]

[It's taken him a couple of hours, but eventually he slides in next to Bucky]

Beer, please.

[ Staring at the whiskey in his glass. This is awkward. ]

[He gets his beer and takes a drink, and lets them sit in silence for a minute]

Do you want to punch me?

[ Glancing up sharply at that. ] Uh - no?

Because if you did I would let you.

[He looks a little...unsure, here.]

[ Sigh. ] Steve, why would I want to punch you?

[A shrug, okay]

Because I kissed you. On the mouth.

Well, I'd be a damn sight more worried if it weren't my mouth y'were kissin'.

[ Still kinda avoiding looking at him. ] It was a curse, not your fault.

[They're not looking at each other, they match.]

Doesn't make you less inclined.

Dude, do I seem like the kinda guy to punch you for kissin' me? Really?

Well.

And for taking off.

[ You've got him there. ]

Yeah, not the general reaction I get, buddy.

[Scratching the top of his head for a second here.]

Well, I'm not the usual person you kiss, am I?

[ Glancing up then, an eyebrow arching. ] No, y'ain't.

[Steve looks slightly hesitant. It is not a good look for him]

I didn't want it to ruin anything.

Oh my god. Are you dumber than a ton of bricks, or what?

[ Swivelling in his stool. ] Rogers, you are more important to me than what a shitty curse makes you do. And okay, if you're freakin' out, then I'm sorry, and if it's gonna be awful for you, I can fuck off. But you ain't ruinin' anything for me. Okay? You're my best friend, that ain't changing for the world.

Not a ton of-

[This is the moment that the mistletoe decides it's had enough of waiting, because it grows, moss-like, above them, and Steve leans over because it is so easy and liplocks.

Best kiss of the day.]

[ Bucky inhales sharply, before he's leaning into Steve's space, a hand on his shoulder to try and balance himself. He's more on the ball this time, and it feels like such a good idea to just place his other hand on Steve's neck. ]

[Steve looks slightly happy and at the same time worried when they part, and he looks up. The bar is hooting at them.]

I guess sorry isn't really what I should say here.

Uh - [ Oh god, mostly he wants to escape the bar, not Steve, just the audience. ] You're throwing me off my game here.

[Steve reaches into his pocket and pays, because he has the same idea.]

Come on, Bucky.

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[action] CAN I KEEP THE MISTLETOE?

[action] I KNOW RIGHT

[action] Bucky should cut a sprig up and keep it always.

[action] sob yes