#imnotbucky

Steve was taking a night class, considering it was cheaper than the ones offered during the day. Steve didn't have much, but he was always able to scrape together a little bit to take a class or two. Class had run late tonight but that was okay since he could swing by the bar Bucky sometimes stopped at after he got off of work. It was nice, just the two of them walking back together. Bucky was a little tipsy, but he was always a bit cuter and more fun after a few beers. Bucky was always a bit more giddy and a little bit more touchy feely as he kept poking Steve's side. Steve was looking to a rather enjoyable night with Bucky. Just the two of them relaxing. It always felt like a rare occassion when he wasn't sick and he always wanted to take advantage of it. He sat down next to Bucky on the couch once they had finally settled into their flat for the night. "Quit poking my side, I feel like I'm being tenderized." He said with a chuckle, looking over at his best friend with a grin. He stretched out a bit onto the couch, kicking his shoes off in the process. He couldn't help but feel at ease, feel as if there wasn't "What would you like to do tonight?" Maybe they could find a radio program, or play a card game. Steve would even draw Bucky again if that was what the other wanted.