𝑊𝐼𝑆𝐷𝑂𝑀 | 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍

𝟒 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄

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"𝐎𝐇, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍, Soph," Cisco whined playfully, leaning over the circular table that they and Caitlin were sitting at. "When's the last time you got drunk?"

"A long, long time ago," she groaned, pushing away the shot glass that he was continuously advocating for her to down. "And it's not going to happen again for a long, long time."

The three of them, along with Barry, Iris, and Iris' boyfriend, Eddie, were all at the bar, and for once, they were simply having fun. No powers, no meta-humans to take down, nothing of the sort. Just . . . fun. She had almost forgotten the concept of doing something non-work related.

"I'm sure one drink won't do too much," Caitlin reassured her, raising her eyebrows as she gestured towards the glass. "Just one!"

"You're peer pressuring me, too?" Sophia questioned incredulously, rubbing her forehead. "Great."

"This isn't peer pressure," Cisco scoffed, shrugging his shoulders before drinking the vodka himself. "This is peer love."

"Just shut up and drink your beer." Sophia sighed as she shook her head.

"Gladly." Cisco gave her a grin before picking up the glass that was filled to the brim and taking a long sip, not breaking eye contact with her as she scoffed.

They then turned to see that Iris was making her attempt at darts, with Eddie watching beside her with an amused smile. As she threw darts that landed nowhere near the board, Barry came to them with a tray of drinks and set them down as he sat.

"Guys, I have a problem."

Cisco took another sip of his beer, eyeing the couple in front of him as he shook his head. "We all do when guys like him exist."

"Yeah," Caitlin sighed dreamily as she turned back to face Eddie, who was giving a high-five to Iris, "he's so hot."

"Caitlin!" Sophia giggled, slapping her playfully in the arm and bringing her back to reality.

She immediately turned around, her eyes wide as she tried to make up for what she had said. "Uh, I mean, genetically speaking. Because I'm a geneticist, of course." Her eyes widened even further as she looked toward Sophia. "God, do I sound like Felicity?"

Barry rolled his eyes as Sophia gave a small nod. "I'm not talking about Eddie. I'm talking about this."

They watched as he sped-drank the five shot glasses on his tray, and he shrugged once he was done. "I can't feel anything."

"Yeah," Cisco said with a grin and nod, "that's usually what happens when you drink too much."

"No, the alcohol is not affecting me." Barry quickly shook his head. "I mean, I literally feel nothing."

Sophia shared a knowing look with Caitlin before leaning forward on the table and telling him, "It's your hypermetabolism."

"I need a sample," Caitlin said excitedly before beginning to rummage through her purse.

Cisco quickly turned around, murmuring, "I'll get more shots."

Caitlin frowned as she continued searching through her bag, shaking her head as she murmured to herself, "I swear I had a Vacutainer in here."

"Wait, you carry a blood-collection kit in your purse?" Barry questioned, wrinkling his nose.

Caitlin paused and looked up at him with raised eyebrows. "You have your hobbies . . ."

Cisco came back, a wide grin on his face and a tray full of shots in his hands. He set the tray down on the table, careful to not spill any of them before gesturing for everyone to take one.