[ after dropping off the gifts, sam has a few errands he ends up running - both because there is always something he needs to pick up, drop off, or check up on, and also because there is always going to be a little left over energy when it comes to gifts. either way, it takes sam a couple of hours before he's back in his apartment, grabbing a bit for lunch, probably looking over something on the singularity theories he has been working on (it's a conspiracy wall, and he knows that it looks that way, but there's only so much he can accept and becoming that guy is not one of them.

still - the knock on the door comes and sam is opening the door soon after, seeing bucky there, having come to collect on the offer of drinks. he grins, easily, with an unnecessary- ] The old machine himself. [ before he nods and turns back to the apartment, leaving the door open for bucky to come in behind him. red makes a noise off in the corner, where he's settled up in his nest, just as he always does when bucky comes. it's almost as if this red knows about bucky's dislike of redwing, but who really knows. (magic....) ]

I'm trying to figure out if it's morally right of me to make you do birthday drinks. Shots for every year might actually get you drunk, but at the same time, it might bankrupt me. [ sam says as he heads over to grab his pouch of coin, his cloak, whatever other ye old medieval items he carries with him day to day, and then turns back to bucky. ]

You got a place in mind or does it matter?