Death of the bachelor

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   Bucky laid out on the pool recliner, the sun beating down on his smooth chest. He watched everyone from behind his sunglasses, the couple of women were already in the pool. Bikini clad bodies with droplets of water dripping down as they toyed with the beach ball trying to grab his and Steve's attention.
    "I heard Sam was throwing a party tonight. You game?" Steve asked, his arms crossed behind his head as he too watched the women in the large pool.
     "Hell yeah, booze, music and women. You know me, plus maybe one of the them will be interesting this time." Bucky replied, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, allowing the warmth of the sun beat down on him.
     His penthouse was located in the upper part of the city behind a gated community. Steve has brought these girls with him and even though it was cool that Steve brought company Bucky wanted to find something more entertaining then these two ladies who were playing off at having fun all while poising themselves just to get attention.
     "Come on you two, the water feels great." The red head who's name Bucky couldn't remain for the life of him yelled.
     "The water feels amazing and it would be a lot more fun if the two of you guys came in." Sherry? Kerri? Melonie? Fuck, he couldn't even remember her name either. Just that she was the blonde one who all about jump him with he opened the front door. 
      "Maybe in a while girls." Steve shouted back at them with a smile.
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You bustled around your apartment, trying to make sure it was clean. You didn't get much down time and what little you did you wanted to make sure you had everything neat and tidy.
It was already past noon and you had to get ready, you had a event that the other company you worked for was catering. It was some rich house up in the hills and you could not be late this time. Events like these meant really good pay, something you could definitely use after the last year you had.
After changing into your crisp white blouse and black tie, you pulled on the black skirt that was part of your work attire. You put on some light make up and pulled your hair back, slicking it down and putting a dab of hair product in it so those tiny fly always that always came loose would stay put. Image was everything with the rich, and your boss had told everyone to be on point this time.
You slipped on some panty hose, the second to the last item you really didn't want to put on. For whatever reason they always made your skin itch but you could ignore that easily because of the stupid heels you had to wear for this event. Dreading it, you pulled those on as well, double checking to make sure that they weren't scuffed before jetting out the door.
An hour and a twisty road later you pulled up to the extra parking designated for the catering staff. You locked your car as you looked at the mansion, it was a double story, but somehow the modern architecture and sleakness of the building didn't make it look that way.
Your heels clicked as you headed toward a side door that had a paper in large letters labeled staff. The sounds of music and people laughing came from the brick wall toward what sure was a back deck. Taking a deep breath you entered the building.
The kitchen was stainless steal and the wait staff was already gathering. Trays upon trays, either ladened down with booze or morsels of food.
"Alright you guys." Your boss, a petite man shouted as he stood on a chair so everyone could see. "This is going to big night for us, I know we're used to doing wedding and the occasional Wall Street Christmas party but this is a lot bigger."
You looked around noticing everybody else was listening intently.
"The people that we are catering for are ridiculously wealthy, famous, and this could launch us into getting more gigs like this. This is a lot of money as I told you all, and the more of these we do, the more all of us make." He stated clearly. "So let's go out there and be as professional as possible."
You snagged a tray, just like the rest of the staff, it looked to be mostly hard liquor, whiskey front the scent that light wafted as you pulled the tray up by your head. Everyone filed out and you followed suit.
The sun had set in the short time you had been inside, and gazebo style lights were stung up overhead. A hundred people easily were standing around, some were off to the side dancing around. The pool was unused, lights twinkled off the reflective surface. You didn't wonder why, seeing as how all the women present were dressed to the nines in skimpy clothes and perfect make up.
The men seemed to be dress more reasonable, jeans and tees.
It looked like a socialite party that you had seen in movies, but at the same time just people standing around trying to impress one another. Still you made your rounds, offering a drink as you passed from one person to the next.
"Buck, you want a drink?" You heard from behind you. Slowly you turned, fake smile plastered onto your face even though your anxiety was starting to creep up.
"Oh, I know you." The sandy haired man stated after you turned to face him.
"Tequila Sunrise." You grinned back at him, a wave of relief flooding through you.
"Steve." He chuckled, he was one of the Wall Street men that frequented your bar, not that you ever remembered his name and worst of all he knew it. "When did you start doing catering?"
"A couple months ago." You shrugged as the chocolate haired man from the other day walked up. "And top shelf whiskey, with just a splash of coke."
"Hey, aren't you the girl from that one bar?" He asked as he walked up, he looked from Steve to you. "She is from the one bar you told me to go to, right?"
"Yeah, y/n, one of the best bar tenders in the city." Steve stated proudly turning back to his friend. "His name is Bucky."
"Dude, I told her my name already." Bucky leaned into his friend and whispered.
"Yeah, but y/n remembers names about as well as you do. Drinks though, she can remember easily, names not so much." Steve chuckled, giving you a playful wink.
"You act like I have the worst memory, Steve." You sighed, watching as Bucky took a drink from your tray.
"Fine, what's my last name? I've been going to the Mayer's Pub for four years, so you should know it by now." Steve asked, eyes widening as he turned and point a man near the doors. "And his name, because he is always with me."
"Your last name is Rodgers, you drink a tequila sunrise, two years back it was a Jack and Coke. You generally stroll in on Mondays, Wednesday's, and Saturday about 2:30. And yes, 90% of the time you come in with that gentleman down there he orders either a whiskey neat or Rum and Coke." You rattled off, trying desperately to remember the other man's name.
"It's Sam." Bucky whispered as he leaned in toward your ear, the hint of his cologne catching in the light summer breeze.
"Sam, Sam Wilson. He works downtown, lawyer and partner at Wilson & Stark." You remembered after the hint.
"Yeah, Yeah, show off." Steve laughed light heartedly. "So, how long you working tonight?"
"Hang on, you're working?" Bucky asked, looking over at you with his brows bunched together.
"Yes, why else would I be wearing torture devises like these on my feet? Or be carrying a tray with drinks?" You jested back. "And to answer your question, Steve, until the party dies down enough not to need us."
"Smartass." Bucky retorted with a smirk, you heard a whistle and saw one of your coworkers wave at you.
"Looks like I'm needed elsewhere boys, see ya later." You grinned as you walked off.