"Bold now, aren't you, Sergeant?"
"You clearly bring it out of me," Bucky replied, guiding her to spin before he pulled her back flush against his chest.
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"Nope, absolutely not," Bucky shook his head and let the amber liquid of his favourite beer run down his throat.
The cheeky laughter of his best friend sounded more annoying in this moment than it had all day. This was what he got for listening to his therapist and trying to open up, she was definitely going to hear about this next week. He ran his hand into his brunette locks, trailing it down his neck and scratching his fingers into the growing scruff on his chin.
Sam tsked, and shook his head, holding out the brochure to him once more, "Steve told me how much you two went dancing back then, you just told me that you're feeling like yourself man, just try it! It could be fun," he smirked.
"Or it could be humiliating, and you're just doing this to hold it over me later," Bucky countered.
"Consider that an added perk," the new cap rolled his eyes, "will you just trust me for once on this one? I'm genuinely trying to help you here."
Bucky huffed out a breath and flexed his metal arm, allowing the vibranium to tick and hum as it settled back into place. He had been happier and felt almost back to that man he was before he enlisted. He had friends and a place to call home, things he'd never thought he'd have. The Winter Soldier had stripped those ambitions out of him, but now, it was different. He was different.
His ocean blue eyes flickered down to the paper, grasping it firmly in his fingers and pulling it from his friend, "I don't even know where to start," he mumbled.
Sam shrugged, "I circled a couple in there for you, just as a - hunch, of something you'd like"
"Well your hunch is gonna be wrong, Samuel."
He huffed in disagreement as his friend just continued laughing, watching Bucky reluctantly tuck the paper in his pocket.
"We'll see man, we'll see," Sam smirked around the neck of his beer.
Chuckling at the scowl that descended across Bucky's brows Sam threw in one final comment.
"You should strike while the iron's hot. It's Thursday tomorrow. There's ballroom classes on Thursdays. Ain't that your thing?"
"I wasn't much of waltzer," Bucky replied, "but I'd swing a girl or two around the dance hall on a Friday night."
Sam grinned and tilted his own beer towards Bucky with an 'I told you so' glint in his eye and Bucky huffed, knowing he'd given away too much for Sam to get out of going now.
"See? It'll be like riding a bike."
Bucky sent a tight lipped smile his friend's way before waving his beer up at him and taking another swig. It very much would not be like riding a bike. The dancing part, he wasn't super worried about. But approaching a woman to possibly go on a date at another time? Well, that was a whole other story.
