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fandomhighdorms2010-08-12 10:51 pm
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Earwig Campfire | Way Late Thursday Night
After an afternoon, evening, and night of--if you can imagine it, it happened--debauchery, Barney and Robin were trying to stumble home. Where home was their respective cabins in the preserve and stumbling was a very alcohol-induced manner of falling from tree to tree.
"I am A LOCUST," Barney drunkenly announced to no one at all as he fell into the thankfully cold Earwig firepit and started loosening his tie. He looked over to Robin and blinked. "I think we're here, Pauly D." Her hair had been begging for that name ever since the stripper tucked his g-string over her head.
It was Robin's last night of...anything interesting. He'd showed her a good time.
[Open, so so open.]
"I am A LOCUST," Barney drunkenly announced to no one at all as he fell into the thankfully cold Earwig firepit and started loosening his tie. He looked over to Robin and blinked. "I think we're here, Pauly D." Her hair had been begging for that name ever since the stripper tucked his g-string over her head.
It was Robin's last night of...anything interesting. He'd showed her a good time.
[Open, so so open.]

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Truer words were never spoken, really.
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Yes, Barney was going to expect the Mountie in a dress on Saturday. There might be wagers on it.
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Such excellent logic.
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Oh, that took too much energy and Barney closed his eyes for a moment.
"Boobs are Awesome."
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No, Robin, probably not.
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She totally held out her pinkie for swearing, too.
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"Minus Lily. Marshall would beat my face in."
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She was twenty.
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