![]() "Donald," Darcy says, a touch of acid in her voice. For - for - for - Darcy, what was his name?" She's drunk as hell on the other side of the table, her face pink and her eyes wide. There's a long silence before Bucky says, "Nah, bullshit." "Okay, so, vajazzling was a trend for a hot minute back in, like, 2010 or something, where women would get these stick-on, like, rhinestones and stuff, and use them to make fancy patterns on their, uh." She makes a gesture, fingers fluttering, toward her crotch. ![]() There's laughter around the table as Darcy Lewis picks up a bottle and takes a swig before putting it back down and turning to face the confusion on Bucky Barnes's face. ![]() "What the hell is - I'm almost afraid to ask, honestly.
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