SWARKLES & "DRUNK LOVEY DOVEY CONVERSATION IN A PARK AT 1AM"
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“What time’s it?” Robin slurs, holding the wine bottle in one hand and Barney’s in the other.
Barney lifts his hand, also holding a wine bottle, and, after a few squinted glances, recognizes the time as 1:24 am. He laughs, Robin laughs and they’re both in hysterics by the time they find a bench to sit on in Central Park.
“It-it...” Barney is in giggles by now, “it’s like... one thirty.” He sets the bottle down on the ground and wipes tears away from laughing so hard. He looks over at Robin who is staring at him. He doesn’t know how long she’s been looking at him, but...
His first thought is how gorgeous she looks under the mixed illumination of moonlight and street lamps. Her hair is glossy but it’s messed up from the night of partying and clubbing (also from some douche who decided to put his hands in his hair, to which Robin disliked and rightly punched him in the face when he insisted).
That’s when they decided to leave, not without stealing some wine first. They had their hands clasped (”So we don’t lose each other, Robin, please. Just... okay?”) and they stumbled their way into Central Park.
He focuses back on her lips, full and slightly opened. Eyes focused on his face, staring straight at him with no intention of looking away.
His eyes are half lidded as he leans in-
“Barney.”
“Hm?” He opens his eyes and looks at her, back now against the rest of the bench. He picks up the bottle on the ground and puts his lips to it.
“Why were you so relieved to leave the club?” Barney noticed the slight change in her voice. He noted the change in focus; she’s now looking at her hands.
“Wasn’t feeling it.” He sipped some more, “Too many cliques.” He points the bottle in her direction, “You know what I say about the cheerleader cliques, they’re all the same and they-”
“-all are 5s and under singularly.” She laughed, but it wasn’t full. “Why did you decide to go with me in the first place?”
“Because I was...” Barney put the bottle to his mouth but paused; contemplating his next word. “Bored.”
Robin looked at him, “Why are you still here? Aren’t you bored?”
“No, Robin,” He laughed, “Far from it.” He smiled at her. Robin still looked at him, silent. “Are you bored?”
She shakes her head no, “Far from it.”
He scoots closer and she rests her head on his shoulder. They both drink from their wine bottles at the same time.
“Barney-”
“-Robin.”
They laughed, and their hands brushed. Robin put her hand over Barney’s, Barney turning his hand over to tangle their fingers together.
“Why do we keep doing this?” She asks. Barney has known this question was coming, ever since they started hanging out with this lingering feeling between the two of them.
“Do you really have to ask?”
She gets up to face him.
“If I don’t have to then just tell me how you feel, Barney.”
“Robin...” He looks down at the bottle he’s holding. He drinks some more.
“Tell me.”
“I still love you.”
She takes a deep breath and, the second Barney looks up when he sets the bottle down, she’s on him with a full-mouth kiss.
He decides that honesty has always been his best policy with Robin.
