Bucky glances at the label, squints and then takes a swig straight from the bottle, wincing as the burn hits the back of his throat. Definitely Vodka or close enough to it. The burn honestly doesn't bother him much, but the warmth it leaves him with afterwards is something he hasn't felt too often since before the war.
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Bucky glances at the label, squints and then takes a swig straight from the bottle, wincing as the burn hits the back of his throat. Definitely Vodka or close enough to it. The burn honestly doesn't bother him much, but the warmth it leaves him with afterwards is something he hasn't felt too often since before the war.
"Could be worse. Ready?"