milliways_bar | oom + dual ep: a door from wakanda

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james 'bucky' barnes

oom + dual ep: a door from wakanda

OOM: The morning after this:

During his first morning as a free man, Bucky speaks with Steve, makes an important call, and does his best to express his gratitude to T'Challa before heading to the lab for a consultation. And then...

"Did you mean what you said last night? About wanting to find a place for a drink, or to go dancing."

Featuring NPC versions of: King T'Challa, Princess Shuri, Okoye, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers (written prior to Steve's return to the bar).

The first figure to step through the door and into the Bar proper is a familiar one – tall, a little scruffy, shaggy brown hair, neatly pinned sleeve where his left arm would be – though the lightness in his eyes and in the way he carries himself is something new.

So is the woman whose hand he holds as he guides her through the door. She's tall and slim, dressed casually in light pants and a white tank top, and the look on her face is one of such comical surprise it's nearly dismay.

"Holy shit," says Sharon Carter. "You were not kidding."

Tinytag: Sharon Carter

OOC: After months of OOMs leading up to this point, here we are as Bucky and Sharon enter the bar together! Two pups, two muns, two wildly different timezones. Ask for either one or both. Slowtime is, as always, welcome, especially as we head into a holiday weekend in the States. Ping Lorna or Aspen if you have any questions!

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"Don't listen to him. I'm always nice."

He stops himself.

"Well, not always. Obviously. But mostly. When I'm here."
Another brilliant smile.

"This place is amazing. I certainly hope you'll want to come back."

Is he flirting?
Yes. Yes, he is.

It's the default, really.

The last time anyone flirted this blatantly with her was at a frat party in undergrad. "Thanks," she decides, giving Lucifer a slightly incredulous smile that turns amused and a little wry as she glances at Bucky.

"Is everyone here this friendly?"

Edited 2021-07-03 13:52 (UTC)

“No.” He’s visibly amused. “Lucifer’s in a class by himself.”

"I like to think so too," Lucifer replies, modestly, before leaning in to order.

He gets a glass and a bottle of Scotch. Bowmore 25 years, and looks at the both of them, asking, "Could I tempt anyone?" before pouring a glass.

He's got to have picked that word on purpose, right?

Sharon tips her wine at him. "Thanks, but I better just stick with this if I want to be functional later."

You know what? She likes him. He is clearly well-versed in teasing Bucky and that's a skillset she's spent a lot of her own time perfecting. "So, your nightclub," she invites. "I'm guessing it's a top-shelf kind of place."

Not that it takes an intelligence agent to come to that conclusions.

“That’s a slippery slope,” he observes, “but I might allow it. Just this once.”

He’s curious to hear the answer to Sharon’s question.

Lucifer gives him a grin and a wink as an extra glass appears.

If he flirting? Yes, and - so on.

He pours four fingers (the fingers in question clearly belongs to a larger individual than himself) as he answers Sharon's question.

"It is. I take pride in both the range and the quality. I like my creature comforts."

He hands the glass to Bucky as he continues, "It's ended up just the way I imagined it. Filled with people enjoying themselves. I like that."

And there's the tiniest crack in his cheerful demeanor as he says that, there and gone in the blink of an eye.

"Quality alcohol, quality drugs, quality music. Sturdy towel racks in the bathrooms."
Obviously.

Back to cheerful.

Edited 2021-07-03 16:08 (UTC)

A small frown flickers between her brows, but he smoothly continues and it's not like she knows him well enough to comment. Or at all.

That little furrow deepens, bemused. "Towel racks? Are those important?"

He lifts the glass to Lucifer in silent appreciation, which increases after he takes the first sip.

His eyes narrow a little at that crack in the cheer, but he doesn’t call him on it. Instead, he asks,

“Do I even want to know where you source the drugs from?”

"You don't want to have a nice shag ruined because of a flimsy towel rack," he tells Sharon seriously before waving a hand at Bucky's question.

"I leave that to the free initiative. I only procure for myself."

He takes a ship of his drink.

"Did you know that you're not supposed to take anything from the evidence locker at the precinct? Even if it's quality coke and it's just laying there?"

Honestly!

"I'm a private consultant for the LAPD," he explains to Sharon. "Mostly murder cases."

Edited 2021-07-03 17:38 (UTC)

Sharon chokes on her wine.

"That's a hell of a moonlighting gig," she says, weakly, after coughing for a moment. "How – ?"

Why. "I'm sure there's a story there."

“I’ve heard that the authorities frown on that kind of thing,” he says, with perfect aplomb. “Including your Detective Decker, I guess?”

"Well, the LAPD is not really a shining beacon, you know," he tells Sharon. "A - someone I know got killed and I wanted to make sure they caught the guy behind it. And it turned out that I'm pretty good at that sorry of thing. I have a skill set that's just what's needed."

And then Bucky mentions Detective Decker and he just says, "She probably does," sounding - off.

She's desperately curious to know what kind of skillset a nightclub owner (and potential Prince of the Underworld) has that would be of use to the LAPD, but that oddly flat note in his voice makes her frown again.

"Your partner?" she asks, glancing at Bucky for confirmation.

Uh-oh. Bucky frowns. “You two get your wires crossed?”

It’s the nicest possibility he can think of, really, that there might just be a little… confusion. Given Lucifer’s plan last time, it’s certainly possible, he figures.

Lucifer visibly pulls his optimism together and shoves it to the forefront of his face.

"It's just - it'll work out. We've just, the Detective and I , my partner, our latest case seems to have involved Satanist. And some people seem to think I'm somehow involved."

There's a lengthy pause and then he says, "It would have been nice if she'd seemed a little more convinced that it had nothing to do with me."

And then he empties his glass and refills it. And empties it and refills it

And it's all done so smoothly, like he's not even aware that he's doing it. (He isn't).

Ohhh. Kay.

(The Devil is sensitive. She wouldn't have called that one.)

"I'm sure she's just trying to consider all the possibilities," Sharon says, carefully, watching as he drinks. "It can be tough to not let your personal feelings affect an investigation."

She says it just as blandly as if she hadn't tossed her whole damn career out the window for her own sense of right and wrong. And as if she hadn't misled her bosses for months on the whereabouts of the Winter Soldier.

Bucky gives her a sideways look at that, but forbears to comment.

To Lucifer, he says, “A lot of people have a warped view of that kind of thing. Does she, uh, know you’re not just a guy with the name?”

"I've told her. I tell everyone. I've even tried showing her, but it didn't quite work out the way it was supposed to."

He huffs a sigh.

"She thinks it's some kind of persona that I've invented to -"

He holds out his hands.

"I don't even know. My therapist says the same thing. And as for Detective Decker I'd say it'd be fitting for her to let personal feelings cloud her judgement a bit. She's clearly not coming to the right conclusions when she is not."

"Sorry to hear that," Sharon hazards, after a short internal struggle. And, honestly, he seems upset enough that she does feel kinda bad for him.

"But since you weren't involved, the evidence should exonerate you, right?"

“It might help to know that a lot of people don’t believe in anything supernatural,” he tries. “And cops see a lot. She’ll figure it out eventually.”

"I certainly hope so."

He slants a look at Bucky as he takes another sip of his drink.

"I was half of a mind to just - go back. It's probably Dad who's behind this. It always is. But I've changed my mind."

His jaw sets.

"I'm not giving up on LUX. I'm not a puppet on a string."

He's not letting them win.

"Attaboy," Sharon says, encouragingly. She's pretty far out of her depth with this conversation, but it's not like that's ever stopped her before.

"With any luck you'll get to say 'I told you so' later."

That's always her favorite part. Except when she's the one they're saying it to.

“Listen to Sharon,” he agrees. “She knows what she’s talking about. Most of the time, anyway.”

"That's my plan," he ensures them.

"We'll find the real killer and she will realize that it never could have been me. Because I'm not like that and she knows it."

She's just gotten - unsure.

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