It wasn't a big place. Comfortable, cozy, came to mind as Bucky looked around.
Dim lighting. A long bar stretching out on the left, pool table toward the back. A dozen or so small tables scattered around a dancefloor where a crush of couples swayed to a slow, bluesy beat.
When one of the bartenders, clad in a tank top and a lot of tattoos sent a cheeky grin Bucky's way, Steve's arm tightened around Bucky's waist, and he gave the bartender a hard stare.
Bucky leaned into him with a chuckle. "Wanna dance, Stevie?"
Relaxing, Steve grinned. "I'm game."