[ Despite the venue of this party, Bucky doesn't actually know how to roller skate. He might have done it before, way back before the war, but it's nothing he can recall. And for a trained assassin with a body at peak physical condition, poised and graceful, with impressive reflexes and etc etc... Bucky was about as graceless as a newborn foal when he put a pair of skates on and gave it a try.
So now he's back in his nice, normal, stable boots, sitting on one of the tables, his feet planted on one of the fold-out chairs. As usual, he's got long sleeves on, to keep the metal arm from being too obvious, though it's not entirely hidden, considering his hand's visible. Still, he figures it'll draw fewer questions if it's not totally out in the open. The beer in his hand is pretty much for show-- after all, it can't get him drunk, and it doesn't even taste all that great. Still, he takes a sip of it and people watches, wallflowering at his own birthday party. ]
THE BIRTHDAY DUDE | OTA
So now he's back in his nice, normal, stable boots, sitting on one of the tables, his feet planted on one of the fold-out chairs. As usual, he's got long sleeves on, to keep the metal arm from being too obvious, though it's not entirely hidden, considering his hand's visible. Still, he figures it'll draw fewer questions if it's not totally out in the open. The beer in his hand is pretty much for show-- after all, it can't get him drunk, and it doesn't even taste all that great. Still, he takes a sip of it and people watches, wallflowering at his own birthday party. ]