*COMPLETE* I wish it need not have happened in my time, and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us - JRR Tolkien, LOTR. Warnings inside. Disclaimer...
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Face claim - Katie McGrath as Regina Elizabeth Larson
P.S. There is a smut scene in this chapter, and only this chapter. It's between the first and second ~oOo~
Chapter 1 The Pub in London
I was sitting in one of my favorite pubs in London, drinking a pint of beer, on one of my last free nights in England. See, I was being shipped off to France, before slowly working my way into the heart of Germany. No matter what anybody tells you, my job is way scarier, and a hell of a lot more dangerous than any of the soldiers that go out to fight, but I can't tell anyone what my actual job is. You never know who is listening to your conversations.
And just when I thought that I was going to be sitting at the bar for the night, alone, somebody took the seat to my right. He ordered a scotch on the rocks, took his hat off, and leaned on the bar; his army uniform bunching up slightly when he leaned forward on the stool. Looking at him, I guessed that he'd just arrived in England, given that he was in his full dress uniform and the time difference between here and America – which is where is uniform suggested he was from.
"What's a good-looking dame like you, doing all by yourself, in a place like this?" He asked, looking over at me, taking a sip of his drink. His dark hair was short, and he had these piercing blue eyes that captivated me.
"Nobody to drink with." I smiled, "I can't really think why people would be scared to come outside. Do you have an idea?"
He got a serious look on his face, but I could see the slight upturn of a smirk on his lips. "I can't think of why that might be. It's a complete mystery." He joked, only staying serious for a couple of seconds before we both burst out laughing, "Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes, but people call me Bucky."
"Regina Elizabeth Larson." I shook his outstretched hand, "Some people call me Beth, but it's only a select few who are allowed to call me that."
"Could I be considered one of those 'few people' who gets to call you that?"
"That depends." I hid a sly smile behind my glass, as I took another drink, "Are you going to keep in contact after tonight, Sergeant? Or are you more of a love 'em and leave 'em?"
"Depends on the girl." He leaned closer to me, "And you, are definitely the most interesting dame I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. Also, I wouldn't say no to more than one night. Beauty and brains are hard to come by, and you, Doll, have both. I haven't met many dames with a quick sense of humor."
I didn't have to look in the mirror behind the bar to know that there was a blush rising on my face, and James knew it too. Oh, he is good, and he knows it. He knows exactly what he's doing, but I don't care. He made me laugh.
