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"Tough look, pal, I ain't available right now, but if y'leave a message I'll be sure to get back to you in a jiffy."

☎ Call.
✉ Voicemail.
⌨ Text.
✔ Action.

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You're not gonna hear any objections from me.

[ Looking at the glass, Howard drips it back and finishes off the last of it. ]

Don't see why not, but I'm thinking something stronger might be in order.

Yeah? [ Arching an eyebrow. ] So what're we switching to, Stark?

Don't know about you, but I'd kill for a scotch. [ He's already up on his feet, grabbing their empty glasses. ] Y'want in?

Sure. [ Shrugging. ] Don't hit on the waitress.

I ain't making no promises. [ He winks as he turns his back to head to the bar, drapes himself over it like he owns the damn thing, and low and behold the barmaid is giggling and batting her eyelashes within moments.

The drinks come, though, and he happily takes her number beside taking them over, a beer each and a double scotch. It'll save another trip so soon. ] Here y'go, get that down you.

[ Bucky arches his eyebrow, but takes the scotch, sniffs at it before taking a gulp. It's got a nice burn to it, one that he doesn't make him feel light-headed straight away, which is a bonus. ]

So what's her name?

[ Howard's doesn't drink his scotch as gingerly, downing half of it in one go as soon as he settles in the seat. ]

Said her name was Mary. Pretty, huh?

Yeah.

[ He lifts his gaze, then lets it drop, clearly not interested. ]

Y'could be more pleased.

[ Supping at the beer, leaning across the table, lowering his voice. ] If y'interested, I could put in a word? See if she'd be interested.

[ Shaking his head. ] Nah, c'mon. I don't need you to set me up.

[ Eyeing him. ] I ain't seen you with a dame since I got here.

[ Side-eyes. ] Maybe I'm jus' more subtle'n you.

There's nothing subtle 'bout you, buddy.

So why the sudden interest?

Noticed it for a while, just don't seem like you.

Maybe y'just got the wrong impression o' me.

So y'ain't the ladies man everyone seems to think you are?

Even if I were, y'wouldn't know.

You don't think I'm a pretty little lady?

[ Pouting, giving him puppy eyes, or something close to it across the table. ]

[ Rolling his own. ] You're a creep.

Hey, c'mon, you know you love me. [ Starting on the beer. ] You're not feeling no one, pal.

Uh huh. How's life on cloud cookoo land for you

Y'would've let that big old worn monster eat me for breakfast if y'hated me as much as you make appear, pal.

[ He waves the neck of the bottle at him, pointedly, with an eyebrow wriggle. ]

I only did it for Cap, so don't get your eyes all wet.

Y'could've told him anything you wanted, made out like you couldn't do anything.