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It was nice getting Caitlin and Cisco out of STAR Labs; Dr Wells had declined the invitation to join them. She smiled as Eddie and Hunter entered the bar to join them. Iris lit up immediately and was by Eddie's side in a heartbeat, letting him lift her up off her feet for a kiss.
Carrie snickered at them from the table the group was sitting at. It was close to the bar, so they had quick access to the drinks.
“I thought I mentioned triple-dates were a bad idea?” Hunter asked he sat on a stool beside her.
Oh did he filled out those jeans so very nicely...
She blushed and jerked her eyes away before she could be caught staring, lifting her drink with a laugh. “Oh its not. Caitlin and Cisco are just coworkers who are hanging out with us.”
He eyed her drink and the corner of his mouth quirked up as he drawled in that gravelly voice. “Should I be checking your ID, Ms Allen?”
She could hear Iris snickering behind her as she and Eddie sat down at the table. “Oh shush.”
“You do look terribly young,” Eddie agreed.
“Oh please. I've been legally old enough to drink for three years now,” she grumbled. “Go check Cisco's, he's got the babyface of all of us.”
“Do not!” Cisco squawked from over at the dart board.
“You do,” Caitlin disagreed, causing him to huff in annoyance.
“I'm glad you invited Cisco and Caitlin,” Iris said softly.
“They are cool, right?” she looked to her sister in worry for approval.
“They saved your life, Care-Bear – that makes them the coolest people on the planet to me.” She smiled. “I'm glad you guys ended up becoming friends.”
“So are we,” Caitlin said as they sat down; a round of shots had been poured up for them and there was of course a quick round of introductions to go along with it. Except for Eddie and Hunter who had to make due with sodas. There were drawbacks to being on call.
“To friends,” Iris said, lifting her shot glass; everyone at the table lifted their own for the toast. “old and new!”
The glasses clinked together as they echoed in agreement: “To old and new!”
And with that, the shots were tossed back.
“Oooh!” Iris gasped and shivered at the burn of the alcohol; she wasn't the only one – apparently Caitlin wasn't much of a shots girl either. Even Cisco was gasping.
Carrie just giggled at them even as Hunter eyed her in surprise as Eddie rose to his feet.
“College was enlightening,” she said innocently, even though inside she was a little worried; she'd had a couple shots and a margarita earlier, she should be feeling pleasantly buzzed by now. “Especially when your roommate liked to throw back shots in your dorm room.”
He laughed as Eddie was resetting the dart board for a new round.
“Well, I'm up!” Iris slipped out of her chair and headed over to her boyfriend, announcing: “I am going to destroy you!”
“Don't get cocky, West!”
“She's going to kick your butt!” Carrie called out.
“No she's not!” Eddie retorted.
“Not literally anyway, its way too nice,” Iris teased.
“She that good?” Hunter asked, watching Eddie throw the first dart.
“Oh yeah! We should have the winners play each other, decide who's the best,” she recommended before getting up and getting a fresh round of drinks for the table from the bar.
She had gotten several shots, enough to raise the eyebrow of the bartender; he didn't really comment – shots were half off tonight. Hunter had gone to the bathroom by the time she returned and she set the tray down by Cisco and Caitlin.
“...I think...I might have a problem.”
“I know I do when guys like him and Hunter exist,” Cisco said glumly into his beer.
“They are hot,” Caitlin agreed and immediately blushed as Cisco sent her a wounded look. “From a genetic standpoint. Because I'm a geneticist. ...I'm sounding like Felicity.”
Carrie shook her head and took a careful glance around. “Actually I'm talking about well...”
She slammed back the shots at super-speed and met their wide eyes. “I can't feel it. At all.”
“Yeah that usually happens when you drink too much....” Cisco was glancing between her and the empty shot glasses.
“I'm not even buzzed, the alcohol doesn't seem to be affecting me at all. I know my limits, from before the lightning and I should have been buzzed when we did those shots a few minutes ago.”
“Its your hyper-metabolism,” Caitlin said in awe. “I need a sample...”
“I'll get more shots,” Cisco said, carting the empty tray of shot glasses back to the bar.
Caitlin was rummaging through her purse. “I swear I had a Vacutainer in here...”
“...you carry a blood collection kit in your purse?” Carrie asked in disbelief.
“You have your hobbies, I have mine,” she retorted.
“Uh...could we not do that here?” Carrie asked nervously, glancing at where Hunter - who had paused by Eddie and Iris's game of darts – stood. “I'm weird enough already and he's super nice to me...”
She paused and glanced between Carrie and Hunter thoughtfully before giving the younger woman a faint smile. “Alright. I'll make a point to buy several large bottles though, for the tests of course.”
Cisco sat the fresh tray of shots down just as Iris dragged Eddie over crowing about her victory.
“What'd I tell you?” Carrie asked smugly,
“You were right, she is damn good,” Hunter laughed.
“To Iris keeping Eddie in his place. May he remember it well,” Carrie chuckled, passing the shot glasses out to the others; when Cisco arched a brow at Caitlin, the doctor discreetly shook her head. Later, her look said.