[ Bucky's not wrong, although that jibe and the look that accompanies it has Steve pulling an amused, mock-affronted face. It’s less of a challenge than the first suggestion for them to test out their alcohol tolerance had been — but with higher stakes attached. Well, depending on if Bucky’s game to try. ]

Drinking game.

[ Said promptly with a nod toward one of the stools off at the side, but Steve’s keeping an eye on Bucky’s body language as he does so. More focused now that he’s realized he can’t use the serum as a crutch to catch the little things. ]

You try and guess what I think about something, and vice versa. Whoever gets something wrong has to take a shot — two, if we're badly off-target. [ He pops open the cap of his bottle, but doesn’t take a drink just yet, and there’s something of an apology in Steve's voice as he adds, ]

But we don’t have to, it was just … [ A shrug, taking his seat at the bar, still turned facing Bucky. ] I don’t know, I figured it’d be better than taking shots in the dark.

[ A step back from directly feeling what the other person is, but more concrete to go off of than … than whatever it is they’re doing now. ]