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[yourbestguysgun]

[ The room is a bar.

It's old - peeling posters and dusty glasses against the walls - and the only two souls inside are the soldier sitting on a stool and the bartender who's face is obscured by shadow. Rows of doors are lined up on the other side of the room and occasionally the bartender takes a halting step towards it, dragging his leg slightly. There's a gun on the counter and the filled tumbler in Bucky's hands is red in the dull light.

Every beat or two and the room shakes with the sound of an explosion and he doesn't look up, doesn't flinch, but his hand moves to the gun beside him, fingers dragging along the barrel. ]

( ooc: so i figure this can be as surreal and strange as we want it, and i'm pretty happy to go along any route. come dream hop. make him go through a door etc. )

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[unflagging]

[As these things happen in dreams, it would appear that there's now a grinning stranger sitting on the next stool.]

Sounds rough out there.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah.

[ Turning the liquid in his hands again. He doesn't seem like he's perplexed by the newcomer or maybe he just doesn't care. ] Always does.

[unflagging]

[He doesn't have to care. This newcomer is leaping from dream to dream with great and gusty joy.]

Is that so?

[yourbestguysgun]

It's war. It's gotta be rough.

[ His glass gets left on the counter as Bucky looks up and to the doors and then back. ] You're not supposed to be here, I don't think.

[unflagging]

No, I'm probably not supposed to be here. But here I am.

[yourbestguysgun]

You having a drink then?

[unflagging]

Not yet. But maybe I should.

[yourbestguysgun]

It's a bar. [ He nods at the dusty bottles behind the guy at the bar. ]

Otherwise you might as well go through a door.

[unflagging]

Oh yeah?

[He gets up.

He's actually rather intrigued by the possibilities presented by such a row of doors.]

What'll I find on the other side? Or does that depend on the door?

[yourbestguysgun]

Depends on the door I guess. [ He holds the glass for a second longer than puts it down. ]

I try not to go through them.

[unflagging]

Really? I like doors. I tend to go through them.

[And, as someone once said, that is the truth.

As such, he's heading for one now...]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He twists and moves away from the stool, following the man towards the door. ]

Could be anything behind there.

[unflagging]

Sure could.

[He's reaching for the doorknob--and doing so dramatically, obnoxiously slowly... (As proved by the half-grin over his shoulder.)]

[bettercallit]

[ He appears in the bar, as if he walked in through the door, but he's got no real recollection of how he got there and he seems to be okay with that, because somehow it all makes sense.

He takes the empty stool to the side of the soldier, and, thinking on it, as he catches a glimpse of himself, he's wearing some kind of uniform. The first blast makes him pause, but then he shrugs and carries on as if it's the most nature thing in the world. ]

Drinking alone, soldier?

[yourbestguysgun]

Not alone, I have faceless here.

[ Nodding to the bartender as he eyes up Clint. There's something like recollection in his expression and then confusion. ] You haven't been here before.

[bettercallit]

[ He slowly turns his head, like he's curious, but not really enough to overly examine the bartender; the man might be faceless, but somehow that doesn't seem at all amiss. ]

No, definitely new around here. Prefer bigger crowds, easier to hide in.

[yourbestguysgun]

I know you.

[ Bucky leans forward a little. ] What are you here for?

[bettercallit]

[ Taking a closer look at the man beside him, he seems familiar, but he can't quite put his finger on why... ]

A drink. That not what you're here for? [ He doesn't actually remember ordering a drink, but he's nursing one in his hand all the same. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm waiting.

[ He doesn't offer up any explanation of what it is exactly he's holding out for but he does shrug one shoulder, waves at the man behind the bar. ]

[bettercallit]

Waiting for what?

[ It's not like him to pry, but somehow he feels like he's meant to. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He frowns. ]

I don't know.

[bettercallit]

[ He watches him as he takes a drink. ]

War should be over soon. Could do without the constant blasts, it's hard to concentrate.

[yourbestguysgun]

War's never over, kid. Where you been?

[bettercallit]

Watching from a distance, freezing my ass off while my limbs go numb.

[yourbestguysgun]

Sounds like a thrill.