The Number One Rule

Chapter Seven

Sure enough, the crew let loose. Beck shot back quite a few drinks and shots with Bucky. The two tried to outdrink each other, but they were only getting further and further away from steering clear of a hangover. However, surprisingly, no one stood against Y/N. I guess drinking wine with every meal in Italy and all the other European countries builds up a tolerance.

Steve had gotten a little tipsy, more than he had in a while, being the responsible one usually. And Sam ended up being the sober one of the group. It had been a while since he had seen Bucky and Steve so laid back, and he figured he'd let them have a night to enjoy it. They deserved it. Having only gotten to know Y/N at the party a little, the two conversed and really got to know each other now.

"Wait, that's how you got that scar?" Sam laughed as Y/N drunkenly showed the scar down her side and told the story behind it.

"I wanted to see the dog, but that fence held me back," she shrugged, now leisurely drinking a beer. "I was a clumsy kid, and all it took was one wrong footing calculation. The nail went right into and down my side."

"Damn, and no stitches?" he asked.

"Even as a nurse, my mom told us to rub some dirt in it," Steve added to the conversation.

"God, I remember that day. The amount of blood you had on your shirt freaked us all out. We thought your mom was going to kill us for running around in that neighborhood. Let alone climbing people's fences," Bucky chuckled.

He had loosened up more since first getting here. However, loosening up meant that he didn't realize how many lingering stares he had made toward Y/N. One's that he was sure she had picked up on, but if she did, she either smiled at him sweetly or acted as if she didn't see him to save him some embarrassment.

"I guess it was just enough not to be a stitches kind of situation. I had my tetanus shot, so we were set," she shrugged. "Plus, the shit we got ourselves into growing up is the kind of stuff kids these days wouldn't even begin to understand. Technology's ruining their childhood."

"Ah, yes. Bike rides around the neighborhood, going off on our own without any supervision for hours on end, and no way of contacting anyone since phones weren't really a thing. I'm surprised we weren't kidnapped," Beck laughed.

"You and me both," Bucky chuckled.

"Hey, why don't you tell Sam about your little nickname for Bucky, Y/N/N," Bec said, dancing in her seat. "Bumb-"

"Let's not," Bucky interrupted with threatening eyes at his sister, but they turned playful when he pointed them to Y/N.

A new song started ringing throughout the bar, and the herd of people on the dance floor shouted in excitement at the change of pace.

"Ooo, let's go dance!" Y/N jumped up.

"Don't have to tell me twice," Bec said, jumping up and racing to a group of people without a second thought.

"Come on, guys," Y/N coaxed. "You gotta be drunk enough to embarrass yourself at least a little and not remember it tomorrow."

"In a second, I'm going to get a drink of water," Steve waved off, standing and moving to the bar.

"Sam?" Y/N asked.

"I'll chaperone from over here. Make sure no one does anything too stupid," he chuckled, smiling at her.

"Party pooper. Ok, Buck. That leaves you!" She danced on her toes as she offered her hand. "Come on. Don't make me strike out 3 for 3."

The single wink and that look she was giving him was one he couldn't refuse. He wasn't much of a dancer, but if it involved her, he would quickly become one.