John, commonly known as Bucky amongst others, was intoxicated. It wasn’t uncommon for him to drink.

Thorpe Abbotts, his base, had been complete with music and that seemed like the perfect excuse to get drunk, though, he would find an excuse in anything to drink.

There was a furore of chatter, women, familiar men, and then the individual who had caught his eye at the end of the room he instantly needed to dance with. Just to see that smile.

John approached, albeit drunk, confidently.