Steve's Diary

March 11, 1938

Dear Diary,

Bucky is officially 21 as of yesterday... we're literally so old right now it's becoming ridiculous.

Anyway, there just so happened to be a pajama party tonight at some unnamed persons house.

By unnamed, I mean Bucky was invited and asked if he could bring me and then didn't tell me who invited him to begin with.

Either way, Bucky wanted to go and, well, since we didn't do all that much yesterday for his actual birthday (mostly because it was rainy all day), I figured I owed him a good time for once.

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He rung the bell as we stepped up to the door. It was an apartment (I think?) in Brooklyn Hights... aka, this unknown person must be rich.

The door swung open and it sure as hell was not an apartment. It was a massive loft beyond a reasonable size for one person. Apparently they lived here all alone.

After I stopped staring into the enormous room, my eyes flickered to the conventionally beautiful, ginger haired woman holding the door open.

I was met with a pair of bright, attentive eyes under false eyelashes and tons of completely unnecessary makeup.

"James..." she said calmly, walking into his arms and hugging him unexpectedly. He sent me a side eye like please dear God get this woman off of me.

"How's it going, Dot?" Bucky asked out of sheer politeness.

"Going a lot better, now that you're here," she added in seductively, with a bat of her eyelashes.

Okay now I've - officially - had enough.

"Alllllllllrighty then," I interrupted. "Let's go on inside, shall we?"

"Mhm yea..." Bucky agreed hastily, trying to get out of this encounter as soon as possible.

The second we got in and Delores had scurried away, I pulled Bucky to the side. "Are you out of your God damn mind?" I whisper-yelled at him.

"What the hell are yo-"

"Why would someone in their right mind bring someone like me here with that fake little.... that little..." I asked, my hands clenched in fists of rage.

"Steve why are you getting so aggravated?" He went on with a chuckle, as if everything was okay.

"You know damn well why, back off..." I said to him plainly. "I'm sorry, Buck, look... I don't mean to- what I'm tryna say is I- I guess I just didn't expect to be at a party with her... that little..." I hesitated.

"That little what?" He questioned.

I glared at him. "That floozy, indecent little vamp," I finally said.

"Steve, seriously she is not a va-"

"You know as well as I do that she most absolutely is the tramp she makes herself out to be," I explained.

"Yea yea, whatever... I guess you're right," he finally admitted. "But hey, we might as well take advantage of this opportunity and have a good time, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed.

"Alright, lets get in and have a good time, heh?" He asked.

"Sure thing."

We walked in and it was a good mix of men and dames... they were all just kinda talking and sitting around and, well, to be honest it looked like fun; so we joined them.