The sun was giving into time and Bucky was thankful. She didn't like the idea of the blistering star beating down on her with it's dangerous waves anyways. Outside, she continued to sweat and she narrowed her eyes at the sun, shaking an angry fist at it.

"Fever? Of course not," she said irritated that he would fuss over her.

She was the one who did the fussing. Jamie, quit acting out of character. Bucky pouted and wished she hadn't worn a skirt after all. Skirts didnt have pockets therefore, she couldn't possible stash scrunchies inside them to tie her annoying hair. It was sticking to the back of her neck.

Staring at the poster, wide-eyed she glanced at Jamie. Surely, he would like to go. There was going to be music which meant Jamie would probably start dancing. She prayed he wouldn't make her dance too.

"I don't know. Probably," she said shrugging. "It looks like the kind of thing she would enjoy."