Dribbles...

Drunk Decisions

            Why am I sat here watching a rom-com? I have my wine, watching something I can't stand. Am I really this bored with my life? Retired, "safe" from the so called dangers out there. This movie is so cringe worthy, I nearly can't stand it. But I laugh at the terrible jokes and the unrealistic story. I realize as I'm trying to drink my wine that my glass is in fact empty, so I get up and go open a new bottle. And just as I get the cork out of the bottle, there is someone at my door knocking. I sigh putting the bottle down and make my way to the door. 

           I am surprised to see him at my door, " Uh... Hi, Bucky..."
                           He looks at me and gives me a small smile.

                                   "Hi Elyse...I, uh,..... Can I come in?"

      I nod, stepping to the side letting him in, he walks in and I close the door, but as I turn to face him, I realize how close he actually is. I look up and see his facial expression, eyes dark with a glint in them, his face soft as he looks at me.

                                                     "Bucky... Um, what-"
 He cuts me off kissing me softly, to which catches me off guard but I kiss him back once it registers. But after a few second I pull away realizing my own intoxication. 

        "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.." He says looking around slightly awkwardly, I smile softly at him.   
 "It's not that I don't want to kiss you..." He looks at me, his face softening again,
"It's just, I'm actually kind of drunk, and I want to fully remember anything we do."
    He gives me a small smile and laughs slightly, "Now how did you get drunk? Don't you have the serum in you?" 
I chuckle and nod, "Well Thor had a friend send me some of their... is it Mead? And it does in fact have an effect on anyone who has serum, so they do get drunk, to an extent." I smile goofily.
He laughs and looks at me, actually fully looks at me. I look back at him taking in his glow, realizing he doesn't just have blue in his eyes, the speckles of the green show now.
       "Do you have any more of that magic alcohol?" chuckling, I nod and walk into the kitchen as he takes off his jacket and put it on the coat rack. He comes into the kitchen and sits on a bar stool, I pass him a glass and pour us both some the liquor.

 I can feel his eyes on me as I finish pouring his glass and pour more into mine. I set the bottle to the side and grab my glass finally making eye contact with him, we clink our glasses together and cheers. Taking a drink, I feel the liquor travel its way down my throat and I catch a glimpse of Bucky getting a drink also, a small smirk playing on my lips at his reaction. We sit and talk for a while, catching up on life in general and whatever topics we comfortably fall into. It's so easy with him, everything really. Finally, we look at the time, realizing we had been talking and drinking for near 2 hours, and we decide to just finish off the night with some regular wine. We open a bottle and move to the living room to watch a movie, which sadly, was never really getting any attention. I sit at the end of my couch and he sits on the chair just to the right of the couch. We kept exchanging glances, feeling when the other was staring and eyes roam, tensions building and finally just put on music in the background so we can just talk. Finally we look at the clock, 2:40A.M.
      "You can stay here, you drank quiet a bit."
     "No, it's, um, I'll," he tries to argue with me, but I give him a disapproving look and he sighs looking down and then looking back at me. 
   I knew we weren't drunk enough to stay drunk and blame any decisions made on being drunk. The way our bodies are able to heal and easily get rid of alcohol fast. I knew we had gotten to the limit and it still wasn't near the normal human. It just made us less able to ignore our feelings, He set his glass down on the coffee table between our seats, I set mine next to his. We stand up at the same time and as I was about to speak I look up into his yes and we looked quietly at each other, deciding in our heads if we would take the next step. I don't even realize I was holding a breath until he speaks.
       "Maybe I should go..."
       "No stay, you can sleep here."
       "I have to shower, I don't want to-"
       "I have an extra towel, you know that." I say a little more stubborn and determined than I meant to.

He smirks, holding in a chuckle. 
      "Okay, okay. You win. Show me the way."