Christmas At the West House.

"Can't you see? I can't do this sober!"

Previously 

"Uhh, It's Eddie." She paused. "Eddies birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks." She explained as she gently lifted her head to look at him. "I thought it would be nice to you know, throw him a little surprise soiree for the big day." She then quickly adds, "I swear I was gonna tell you about the party."

"That sounds very fun." Barry lied.

"Barry, you don't have to come if you don't want to. You know, if its gonna be uh... I totally understand if-."

Barry interrupts, "No, I want to." He lifts himself and sits next to her on the cold counter top. He then turns to face her and replies. "Besides, Eddie and I have are slowly but definitely becoming good friends. I'm talking slumber parties and braiding each others hair. The whole shebang. We're getting there." Barry tries to prove to Iris that he was fine with attending by attempting to lighten the mood.

Iris playfully smacks his shoulder as she bursts into laughter, "Yeah,.... right!"

Barry loved the sound of her laugh. It sounded like a heavenly harp being played by a new born. So, he decides to keep going.

"I'm telling you Iris, he'll notice if I don't show up and, probably shut down the whole thing. And, you wanna avoid that because I'm warning you, it won't look too great on your part."

Still trying to contain her laughter, she nods. "Nope, you're very right. I could never recover from that." Another burst of laughter erupted between the two.

"The best friend and the boyfriend running off together? Now that's a movie I'll pay good money to see!" Iris jumps off the counter and stands in front of Barry and looks him in the eye.

"Iris, I'm totally fine." Barry reassured her.

"Whatever you say Allen. Let's get outta here." Iris pulls his arm as he jumps off.

Iris grabbed her jacket from the coat rack and led the way as they locked up and drove home.

Barry was left with the million dollar question of his life;

What kind of present does one give their best friend's (whom he's in love with) boyfriend.

Clearly, he did not think this through.

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"Can't you see? I can't do this sober"

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Iris had it all planned. This wasn't her first party planning rodeo after all. In college, she had interned for a very prominent interior designer for a full semester. Because she solely took the position for the pay, she did not expect to enjoy the process as much as she would like to admit. She got a peculiar high from actively planning and seeing the designs slowly come to life.

"You know you have an eye for this, right?" Mrs. Delphine had mentioned one afternoon when she presented her first solo project.

Iris could have easily swept the complement under the rug but, Mrs. Delphine wasn't one to stop and acknowledge anything; especially an intern.