Glancing over at the voice beside him, Bucky did a double take at the vision of loveliness standing beside him. Petite, blonde, in a knock-out dress and a gorgeous face, it ticked just about all of his boxes.

Now, if he could just remember how to be charming and not run her off. Casual conversations with women: not something you got a lot of practice on during a war. "Yeah, is it that obvious? I just got here. Figured, party," he gestured with the hand holding his champagne flute at the throng of guests milling about, "good way to meet people, have some fun. Didn't realize I was so outta practice at the whole thing."

He stuck his hand out toward her. "I'm James."