Everybody had the wonderful idea to go out drinking for Saint Patricks Day. But if anyone was going to show the group a good time, you could damn well bet it was going to be Becky and Finn. They were going to throw down at the club.
"Wear this," Finn winked before walking away with his friends.
"What is it?" Sasha's grabbing hands went out to take the bag away from her.
Becky pulled the contents out of the bag staring at it as Bayley busted out laughing. "Oh my god."
In Becky's hands was a slightly skimpy "Irish" dress most likely bought from a Costume story. Was Finn serious? "He wants me to wear this?"
"Come on Becky!" Sasha pushed lightly on her shoulders leading to the bathroom. "Put it on then."
"Do I have to?" Becky didn't mind actually wearing it, she just couldn't believe he wanted her to wear it now of all places.
Simultaneously Bayley and Sasha replied, "Yes!"
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At least the dress fit.
Moving back out to finally join the life of the party, Becky found herself heading to the bar to take shots. It may have taken only 14 years of her life to get to this point, but Becky would say that she could handle her alcohol rather well.
"You look great," Finn whispered into her ear as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"Thanks," she breathed out as she turned her head to look at it him. "Shots?"
"Shots."
The two grabbed shots from the bar and laced their arms around each other as they chugged the drinks back in true Irish fashion. "This is nothing like an actual Pub," Becky pouted as she looked around. "But at least I'm with you."
Grinning, he leaned in and pecked her on the lips. Once the music started, he knew that he was dragging her out to dance. "Come on," he tugged on her hand to drag her to the dance floor.
"No," she protested as she tried to pull away back to the bar. "I am not dancing Riverdance."
"Come on," he begged. "Besides, you have to make up for when you did it with Charlotte."
Becky looked his face up and down, "Fine." she let Finn drag her onto the dance floor, lacing their arms together and tap dancing. Well, trying to. Multiple of their coworkers surrounded them, clapping along to the beat.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into it," she laughed into his arms once the dance was over, the dance floor filling up again.
"You really do look amazing tonight," he pressed his lips against hers again.
"Get a room!" some one hollered at the couple that was making out.
"Well," Finn raised his eyebrows. "Wanna get out of here?"
