Some things make it easy. ( he answers, light and breezy, to her telling him he has good taste, before his gaze rests on her, mild and considering, at the remark about having a 'steve and bucky' issue.
fortunately for the both of them, it doesn't earn a comment because she follows it up by telling him she's not a cheap date anymore, and he laughs. they'd tried that, hadn't they? the dating thing, and it'd — well, it hadn't lasted, but it'd been nice while it had, but then she says lucky for you—.
he answers that with a long swig of his beer, ostensibly to get rid of the taste of bobbi's terrible, terrible cocktail, but also to give him a solid excuse to not say anything to that straight away.
a moment passes, then, and he thinks that he's glad he doesn't have a 'steve and bucky' problem with getting drunk. (why are they talking about dating?) )
You gatecrashed me, Birdie. I'm your date. ( a beat and a quirk of his lips. a sidelong glance. ) And I've always been cheap.
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fortunately for the both of them, it doesn't earn a comment because she follows it up by telling him she's not a cheap date anymore, and he laughs. they'd tried that, hadn't they? the dating thing, and it'd — well, it hadn't lasted, but it'd been nice while it had, but then she says lucky for you—.
he answers that with a long swig of his beer, ostensibly to get rid of the taste of bobbi's terrible, terrible cocktail, but also to give him a solid excuse to not say anything to that straight away.
a moment passes, then, and he thinks that he's glad he doesn't have a 'steve and bucky' problem with getting drunk. (why are they talking about dating?) )
You gatecrashed me, Birdie. I'm your date. ( a beat and a quirk of his lips. a sidelong glance. ) And I've always been cheap.