"Yeah, it's a hell of a cocktail." It's knocked him for a loop, for sure, and there's not a lot that surprises him these days. Bucky has accepted that while he's very weird, he's hardly the weirdest thing in his world and it's carrying over to this one too. One drink of that cocktail and he feels a little woozy but as soon as Karen comes over, it's different.

Shit. I can hear you right now. How can I hear you? I don't do the mind thing.

He feels emotions, too, and Karen's feeling pretty damn good. It's a party, so everyone is, but this feels a little different. Maybe he's just off-kilter from the drink and hearing someone's thoughts in his head. He reaches out and touches her hand with his right, fingers brushing against soft skin. It feels like electricity. Damn.

"I thought it was a gin fizz. I haven't felt a drink in years but I'm pretty sure a buzz doesn't...do this. I'm Bucky."

God, she's pretty. He's always been a sucker for dresses and blue's his favorite color.