Dance With A Stranger
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Summary: Your brother invites you to Girls Night at his boss’ club
Warnings: minor language , alcohol consumption , annoying sibling, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning altogether 🥵)
A/N - Hello lovelies! My final entry for the above bingo event. Not gonna lie, when I saw this one I was 😩 because in my humble opinion Navy has this AU locked down with her Hold You Tight series. If you haven’t already please check it out!
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It was absolute chaos. People fidgeted in line hoping for entry through a set of frosted doors. Slight jostling and shoulder bumps that might have escalated were it not for the two burly men standing guard. They were intimidating while radiating an air of authority. One drunken idiot had tried to force his way forward but after ignoring the calm approach from the guards one simply picked him up and escorted him around the corner.
“Teeny!” Over the thump of music and the noise of the waiting crowd came your nickname. The few people in front of you parted as your brother cut through and tugged you to the front. As you moved you took in his appearance. He wore the same suit as the guys guarding the door which made sense as he was the head of security for the club. “Glad you made it, little sister!”
You jabbed him in the ribs. Not that he’d have noticed with his muscle. “Hey! I’m five minutes older, you gargantuan titan.” He flashed you an unapologetic smirk as he escorted you through the doors.
As they swung closed behind you a swell of protests rose but you barely heard it as you took in the sight before you. The space was dark with just enough lighting to create intimate areas dotted around the club. Strobe lights periodically illuminated small flashes of the writhing bodies on the dance floor in an seemingly forbidden but tantalising display.
The decor was a mixture of dark woods and brushed metals which gave a relaxing but seductive atmosphere mixed with the gently pulsing music.
Tiny led you over to a VIP area with a few booths and armchairs that overlooked the dance floor and nudged you towards the bar where a female bartender greeted you. “Daisy here will tell you more, but it’s girls night. Boss is trialling a few different themed nights to see if we can promote the club better.” He shrugged before pressing a hand to his earpiece and faced you. “I gotta finish my turn outside but I’ll catch up with you later.” With that he vanished back into the darkness.
“Hi, I’m Daisy. Tonight is girls‘ night which means that certain cocktails, shooters and pitchers are cheaper.” Daisy handed you a menu which you quickly perused before selecting your favourite cocktail. As she started to gather the ingredients you watched her fumble a few of the bottles and she blushed at a very close call. “Sorry, it's my first solo shift” she mumbled bashfully. “Boss thought I’d be better on a weeknight and with a mainly female crowd rather than a weekend with guys.”
As someone who worked in bars during college you could see the upside in that and couldn’t help thinking Daisy’s boss was also nice for not throwing her in the deep end. “No problem. I’ve been there. Remember it’s better to take a few seconds and relax rather than minutes fixing an easy mistake. Cheaper too.” Daisy smiled gratefully and set to making your drink.
As your eyes roamed the VIP area you noticed a man a few seats down at the end of the bar nursing what looked like bourbon. Dressed smartly in a black leather jacket over a grey button up shirt and black jeans he fit in very well with the sexy vibe of the club. His dark hair was tousled with a few stray curls that you couldn’t help wanting to tug. From your current position you couldn’t make out the colour of his eyes but they gleamed in the lighting. When he raised his glass in your direction you glanced away in slight embarrassment that he caught you ogling him. When Daisy set your drink down you thanked her while paying and quickly glanced back to see the man was still watching you. Shyly you tilted your glass towards him and watched as he took a sip of his drink and licked his lip after without taking his eyes off you. Warmth spread across your cheeks at the action. Normally being watched for so long would have alarm bells ringing but for some reason the vibe of the club made you feel a little more uninhibited.
When the speakers began to play an upbeat song that enticed you to the floor you handed your glass back to Daisy and moved to the dance floor where the sea of bodies welcomed you. People moved around you in pairings all lost to the rhythm of the music and effect of the club. But it wasn’t the proximity of others that had tingles running down your spine with the thrill of being watched. Opening your eyes to that predacious stare had you dancing with more confidence. A stranger took your hand and carefully twirled you away. Disappointment crashed through you when you saw the now empty seat but before you could look for him you were spun again. You squeaked when they let go but a new hand caught you and tugged you backwards into rolling hips. Glancing back your breath caught when you realised it was the man from the bar. With a grin his hands moved to your waist as he aligned his body with yours. Moving to the rhythm one of your hands held his in place while the other cupped the back of his neck. One song melted into several and you ended up facing him pressed against his chest with both your arms looped around his neck while his hands rested on your hips. For a few moments you were lost in his gaze until you realised he was miming a drink to which you nodded. He tucked you into his side and gracefully led you through the swarming bodies. You had barely sat back in your original chair when you turned to see your brother saying something to him. Your brother winked at you as they both headed away.
Damn your interfering sibling. Once upon a time you had been Tiny and Teeny, twins born early who had remained on the small side until adulthood. Not only had your brother grown in height and weight but also developed a habit of being an overprotective annoying pain in the ass. Though he looked shorter than- you frowned when you realised you hadn’t actually caught the name of Mister Tall Dark and Handsome. As you once again cursed your brother for his terrible timing a loud annoying voice interrupted you plotting your brother's demise.
”Why the hell is this drink so much? You charged less for that other drink!” You couldn’t decide what was more obnoxious- the way this sleaze was speaking to Daisy or the gaudy shirt he wore.
You felt sympathy for Daisy as she cowered slightly and tried to explain. “As I said it’s girls’ night so only certain drinks-”
“I don’t care if it’s girls’ night” he mocked, knocking her menu away. “Do you know who I am?”
Him acting like a petulant child was bad enough. But to use that particular line? That was the final step for you to intervene. “Unless you write her cheques, I don’t think anyone cares who you are.” You quickly glanced at Daisy to make sure this wasn’t her boss in a real-life Jekyll and Hyde moment. Daisy shook her head, her eyes wide. You opened your mouth to continue when you felt a large presence at your back. Your brother.
“Aw you gonna hide behind your boyfriend?”
“I don’t need help with a guy who thinks mouthing off to women is appealing.”
The jerk opened his mouth to continue when a big hand clamped down on his shoulder. “Sir, I think you’ve had enough. Would you please come with me?”
“Says who? You don’t run this place.” The conceited creep turned around to reveal your brother behind him.
“No but I do.” You turned around to find the man who had been watching you and had danced with you right behind you. For the first time you saw his eyes were blue but at the moment they burned with barely controlled anger. “My head of security here has been watching you since you arrived and informed me you’ve been harassing my staff all night to show off. He’s asked you and now I’m telling you. You’ve had enough. Leave my staff alone, get out of my club and don’t come back.” Your brother firmly but calmly escorted the arrogant asshole away under watchful blue eyes.
“Thank you Mr Barnes.” Daisy’s soft voice reached you. The poor girl looked relieved.
“I told you, call me Bucky.” He offered her a small smile before turning to you. “A beautiful woman who can dance and stands up for others… Can I call you mine?”
