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"OKAY, NOW THAT'S JUST DUMB LUCK." Gracie said as Eddie beat her for the second time in their game of darts.
"Or I'm just really good at darts." Eddie told her.
"I refuse to believe that." Gracie said. "I'm just warming up. Watch, I'm gonna kick your ass."
Gracie lined herself up perfectly with the dart board before throwing the dart. She missed the board by about two feet.
"Looks like you're kicking your own ass." Eddie laughed before Iris nudged him.
"You know, I think there was a draft or something." Gracie said, trying to defend herself.
"Right." Eddie nodded, knowing there was no doors or windows opened near them.
Gracie sighed. "I'm getting a drink."
Barry joined the table Cisco and Caitlin were sitting at the same time Gracie did. "Why so glum, chum?" she asked him as he placed a bunch of shots on the table.
"I have a problem." he said.
"We all do when guys like him exist." Cisco said, looking at Eddie.
"Yeah, he's so hot." Caitlin said, making Gracie scrunch her nose in disgust. "Uh, I mean, genetically speaking. Because I'm a geneticist, of course. Oh, my God, do I sound like Felictiy?"
"Yeah. You do." Gracie told her.
"I'm not talking about Eddie." Barry said. "I'm talking about this."
Barry used his speed to take all the shots he'd brought over to the table. "I can't feel anything."
"Yeah, that's usually what happens when you drink too much." Cisco told him.
"No, the alcohol is not affecting me." Barry said. "I mean, I literally feel nothing."
"It's your hypermetabolism." Caitlin said excitedly. "I need a sample."
"I'll get more shots." Cisco said, running to the bar.
"I swear, I had a vacutainer in here." Caitlin said.
"Wait, you carry a blood collection kit in your purse?" Barry asked.
"Still nothing?" Cisco asked. It had been a little while since Barry first told everyone about his problem. After drinking lots and lots of alcohol, he didn't even feel buzzed.
"I can't get drunk." Barry shook his head. "I mean, I'm only 25, and my drinking days are already over."
"Come on, Allen." Eddie interrupted. "You're up."
"Yes, please." Gracie said before turning to Barry. "I've been trying to beat him all night. He's freakishly good at darts. I need you to beat him."
Barry laughed before Eddie's phone started going off. "There was a bombing on 8th and Pass."
