Description: Drunk!Barry meets Drunk!Caitlin, shenanigans ensue. Bonus: Exasperated!Cisco.

Written for @realsilveira, thank you so much for the idea, it was so much fun to write. I hope you don't mind I expanded the plot a little and took a few liberties (like the party doesn't start at Cait's place it ends there lol) Hope you like it, thank you for helping me get my creative juices flowing!

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Upbeat music blared in the background, as multi-colored lights danced across the ceiling and walls. To say that Caitlin Snow was a little drunk would be an understatement. She knew she shouldn't have drank as much as she did, and that she would hate herself in the morning. However, at that moment she couldn't bring herself to care, she felt better than she had in months. For the first time in a long time, she didn't feel stressed or afraid, nor did she feel the persistent tug of Killer Frost trying to rise to the surface. Needless to say, it was a welcomed relief.

Caitlin pondered all this as she waited for Cisco to return. Her friend had noticed her getting a bit too drunk at the party, and had pulled her aside, telling her he would be right back.

Minutes later Cisco reappeared a very woozy Barry in tow. The speedster plopped down beside Caitlin unceremoniously.

"Neither of you move," Cisco instructed firmly, "I'm going to go get the car."

The vibing meta-human soon disappeared into the crowd.

"Oh hey, Cait," Barry slurred happily, noticing her there for the first time.

"Barry!" she cooed, pulling him into a lazy hug. "Wait a minute," Caitlin spoke as they separated, "are you drunk?"

"I don't know, Cisco gave me this drink and said it would get me buzzed for a little while," Barry gestured loosely, "I feel reeeeally tipsy right now though," he added.

"Don't feel bad, I do too," Caitlin informed, whispering loudly.

"You're fun when you're drunk," Barry announced, "remember that time we went out and we sang,"

"I remember that part, but nothing else," Caitlin frowned.

"Oh well, I'll just tell you," he shrugged, swaying slightly. "After we sang you threw up in the parking lot, and I took you home and you asked me to save you from the evil dress." His words were jumbled together.

Caitlin gasped, feeling her cheeks redden, and it wasn't just because of the alcohol.

"But I didn't look or anything, I just helped you get into your pajamas," Barry back peddled, his voice still uneven.

Caitlin nodded after a few moments, lacking the focus to stay flustered for long. Not only that, she trusted Barry.

"Anyway," he continued, "after that you went to bed and asked me to stay with you until you fell asleep."

"Oh," Caitlin nodded, "Well, thank you for taking care of me, I never knew."

"It's no problem," Barry cracked a lopsided smile.

They were silent for a beat.

"We should do it again," Barry blurted out of nowhere. "Karaoke, I mean."

"It was fun," she admitted, "but there's no karaoke here." Caitlin frowned once more.

Barry shoulders slumped and he fell into a glum silence.

"Maybe we could go back to the bar?" Caitlin suddenly got the idea.

Barry perked up immediately. He quickly agreed with her suggestion, standing up. Caitlin got up as well, the room only spun for a moment or two, so she figured she would be alright.

"But no super-speed this time," Caitlin reminded, shaking a finger at him.

"Because vodka and super speed aren't a good combination," Barry echoed, as the two made their way through the crowd.

When Cisco arrived minutes later, he was extremely panicked upon realizing he had lost two completely hammered meta-humans.

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Barry Allen found himself in the middle of the street, Caitlin next to him. They were standing in front of the construction site that used to be a karaoke bar. Apparently, it had been sold and demolished. Barry wouldn't admit it, but he kinda wanted to cry. He had made some good memories there.

Caitlin was frowning again, her puppy-dog brown eyes full of sadness. Her frown had always done things to Barry. It had always tugged at his heartstrings and made him want to do everything in his power to make it vanish. Her smile did things to him too. It made him feel like he could save the world, or beat the villain, or fight a dragon.

"Hey, turn that frown upside down," Barry chimed, facing her.

"We can find another karaoke bar," he added, placing his hands on her shoulders.

Caitlin nodded, cheering up a bit.

A moment later, a swirling blue portal opened up next to them. Cisco stepped through, wearing an exasperated look.

"What are you guys doing?" He questioned, "I told you two to stay put."

"We got bored," Caitlin whined.

"Yeah well, that doesn't mean you can just go wandering around while you're completely hammered," Cisco shot back.

"Why not, I'm the Flash!" Barry drawled out a little too loudly.

"And I'm Killer Frost!" Caitlin supplied.

"Would you just keep your voices down," Cisco hushed them.

Begrudgingly, they both complied.

"Can't believe I have to be the responsible adult here," he muttered to himself, sweeping them aside and opening a breach.

"Come on," Cisco spoke gesturing to the portal, "it's time to go home."

That was too bad, Barry didn't want to go just yet. As Cisco ushered them towards the breach, he got an idea.

"The Reverse Flash!" Barry yelled, pointing behind Cisco.

He let out a small shriek and whirled around. Barry took the opportunity to grab Caitlin and speed away.

An instant later Cisco realized what had happened, "That's just cold," he grumbled to himself.

Blocks away, Barry skidded to a stop, giggling wildly. Caitlin was laughing as well, using the alley wall to support herself. After the mirth died down, Caitlin turned to Barry and spoke.

"I thought we said no super speed,"

"Oh sorry," Barry blurted, a guilty look on his face, "I forgot,"

"So where to, Dr. Snow?" He added,

"I thought you'd never ask," she grinned, "I have a few ideas."

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Karaoke, chicken wings, a tattoo parlor, and several embarrassing moments later, Barry and Caitlin were stumbling through the door of her apartment.

"I can't believe I got a tattoo," Caitlin stated as she hopped towards her bedroom, attempting to take off her heels. "And sang again,"

"See, I told you, you're fun when your drunk," Barry replied, "you turn into kind of an exhibitionist."

"I do not!" Caitlin's muffled voice called back, "Besides, you can't say anything, Mr. Allen, you got a tattoo too,"

Barry couldn't help but laugh a little, she had him there. While she was changing, he took the time to take in her apartment, noting small differences here and there.

"Did you redecorate?" Barry eventually called, "It looks different than the last time I saw it."

"That's because it's a different apartment, silly." Caitlin popped out of her room, now in pajamas.

"So that's why it was in a different location," Barry spoke as he followed her back into her room, only half-joking.

Caitlin peeled back her covers and crawled into bed. Barry helped tuck her in, deciding it was time to retire.

"I should probably get going," Barry informed, gesturing to the door.

"Nonsense," Caitlin exclaimed, sitting back up, "you shouldn't drink and speed!"

"I was just gonna walk," he admitted with a small chuckle.

Caitlin was quiet for a moment

"Please stay with me," she asked quietly, "I...I don't wanna be alone,"

Barry nodded in understanding. Caitlin made a spot for him as he walked around to the other side. He slipped under the covers and she turned out the light, each settling into their respective spots. With anybody else, it probably would've been awkward, but they had long since surpassed that point in their relationship. She needed him, and he was going to be there.

As Barry laid there, he soon realized the effects of Cisco's concoction was beginning to wear off. He was still slightly buzzed, but not anywhere near as drunk as he had been. He just hoped he could fall asleep before the headache hit him.

After a while, Caitlin rolled over to face him, her sleepy doe-eyes meeting his.

"Thank you for everything," she whispered, "I've missed just spending time with you,"

"Yeah, me too," Barry answered with a small smile.

"I can't believe we got tattoo's," Barry repeated her words, "you're gonna be so freaked out in the morning,"

Caitlin only shook her head, "I love them," she assured.

She pulled down her sleeve, taking one last look at the ink design. It was a snowflake with a lightening bolt running through it, Barry had a matching one on his forearm. It was something neither of them would've ever done had liquor not been involved. But even though he was rapidly sobering up, Barry couldn't bring himself to regret it.

"I love you, Barry," Caitlin murmured, her eyes slipping closed.

Barry froze for a moment as her words sunk in.

"I love you too, Cait," Barry answered softly.

A peaceful smile rested on her features as she drifted off.

He laid deathly still for a few moments, mostly because neither of them had been drunk enough to be able to blame that confession on the alcohol. Maybe buzzed and relaxed, but they hadn't said anything they hadn't meant.

Barry was painfully aware that they were going to have to sort this whole mess out in the morning. A part of him couldn't help but think it was going to end disastrously, but another part held on hope that maybe it would all turn out alright. That maybe they could finally move past this limbo they had been suspended in. But for now they would sleep.

The speedster closed his eyes, letting himself drift off.

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Cisco Ramon stepped through the breach and into Caitlin's living room. It had been a bit hit and miss, but he had finally tracked the pair down. Quite frankly, he was incredibly annoyed with them, but he still wanted I make sure they were alright.

He made his way through the house, silently leaning through the bedroom doorway. Barry and Caitlin were fast asleep, mouths hanging open as they snored.

Cisco smirked deviously and snapped a picture, it would be perfect revenge for nearly giving him a heart attack and ditching.

He yawned, before opening a breach and heading home. All the while, planing to save that picture as the back ground on every S.T.A.R. Labs computer they owned.