Never Be the Same | 18+ {Bucky Barnes}

Chapter 12 | Rock You Like A Hurricane

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Savannah turned her back to the mirror, zipping up the soft long-sleeved, black knee-length body con dress. She turned back to the mirror as she adjusted the wide, low-cut neckline; it dipped down just enough to be sexy yet classy. She pulled the soft, snug material over her swollen belly for sixteen weeks, and it was clear she was pregnant; there was no hiding this belly anymore. Savannah fluffed her simple curls once more before going to her bed to slide on her flat grey knee-high boots; Jiji sat on her dresser, watching as she moved around the bedroom. Her phone went off next to the black cat, and he gave an indigent meow before jumping down.

Wands: You about ready, mama?🤰🏼

Tay: Let's Party! 🥂👯‍♀️

Savannah rolled her eyes playfully as she grabbed her black peacoat and wallet. Today was Wanda's birthday and they had planned months in advance to head to Stella's, a club about forty-five minutes from town. Savannah's Friday nights were a little different than they used to be, once upon a time it was bars, concerts, and small parties with friends. Now it was in her pj's by seven, curled up with her latest craving and Jiji while she binged Investigation Discovery. It had been so long since she had seen Taylor in person, face time and texting weren't doing it anymore; sure, she saw Wanda every day, but that was always at work. 

Sass: Omg, I don't know if I can handle this level of energy right now. 🙈

Tay: Come on, it's Wanda's 26th birthday!

Wands: Yeah, what she said!

Savannah slid her jacket on, buttoning it up as she grabbed her keys.

Sass: Chill! Your DD is on her way!

Wands: Yay!

Tay: Whoop Whoop!

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Bucky could hear the music outside of the doors as he followed Steve up three steps. He took one last drag from his cigarette, stubbing out the cherry as he walked past the ashtray. He didn't smoke that much anymore, not since coming stateside; he tended to lean on his old filthy habit when he was stressed. They flashed their IDs to the man at the door, dropping twenty dollars apiece and getting a stamp on their wrists.

He frowned when Steve pushed the red velvet-colored door open, the music was much louder now and the smell of alcohol was heavy, as was the mingling of different colognes, perfumes, and the underlying scent of body odor. God, he hated crowds.

"Aren't we too old for this?", he asked his friend over the music.

Steve chuckled, "We're just looking around, Sam wants his bachelor party at a club.", he said, looking around the crowded club. When Bucky opened his mouth to reply, Steve spoke over him, "Not a strip club either.", he said, laughing as they weaved their way through the sea of bodies to the bar.