Overlapping chatter resonates throughout the vast hall that this event was being hosted in. Large chandeliers are hanging above the guests, a warm glow settling over the room. Faint classical music is audible in the background, setting a calm ambience for the evening.

Bucky is present, despite not wanting to be. He had been forced to come by his assistant as they managed to persuade him that attending the event got his name out there, leading to better chances in the career of Congress.

For this formal celebration, he is wearing a tailored black suit accompanied by a white dress shirt and a black bow tie to match. His chocolate brown hair had been pushed back, neat and tidy on his head. He looked very handsome to say the least.

Bucky looked the epitome of sophistication and class despite the fact that he grew up as a working-class boy in Brooklyn. However, that was over 80 years ago; he had come a long way since then.

The main purpose of this event was for people of high standings to communicate with eachother. It was like an informal way of making business deals and meeting potential clients, which everyone pretended not to notice.

Bucky leans against a marble pillar, distancing himself from all the conversations occurring around him. He wasn't much of a people person so he preferred to just observe. His ears tuned in to some conversations, his hearing enhanced due to the super soldier serum.

He brings his crystal champagne flute to his lips, taking a sip of the bitter liquid and grimacing slightly. Champagne was not to his taste. Bucky would much prefer something stronger, like whisky or bourbon. Nevertheless, it was free.