( he'd ploughed through his glass so quickly, but a gesture from him had indicated to give it a liberal refill anyway, a flick of his hand that translated in the universal language of bars everywhere as fill 'er up. any tilt of karen's eyebrow just leads to a sheepish shrug from him, a tilt of his shoulder. he really is gonna have to go double-time in order to keep up with her properly. if it means he obliterates the bottle just to get a regular buzz going, then so be it — he's already accepted that the whiskey's going to be the real casualty of the evening. )

Does it follow you? ( bucky asks, sounding genuinely surprised. he doesn't really know how any of this works, and he finds himself curious. )

I can see getting wrapped up in a story or researching or working on writing it in your off-hours. But I would've thought you still like... had a dayjob. You leave the office, you go home. Doesn't that count as clocking out?

( he hasn't held a regular job since before WWII. so sue him. )