Honestly, it really does. We gotta give them what they want.

Bucky squeezes Karen's hand and pulls her to him again, left arm low on her back and pushing her close up against his body. She's soft where he's all hard angles and flat planes of muscle and he likes the differences between them, likes how they fit together. He thinks even if there wasn't a drink, he'd be interested, and that might just because of this place or because he's in a better place. Bucky isn't sure which.

Want me to undress you first?