oh boy.

“Blaine…Bla—ine,” they went to a party, Barry wanted to blend in, and for once remember what it was like to get at least tipsy. So he might have taken the power dampening cuffs.. bracelet, whatever things. Yes, yes, this wasn’t their intended use. Oh well. Barry made his way over to the other, swaying a little till he collided with him, and grinned. “Look, look, you have to try this– it tastes like blue berry pancakes,” a giggle, “Get it? Blue berry? Because my name’s Barry.”

So.  This is what his boyfriend looked like drunk?  Blaine laughed as he watched Barry drunkenly saunter over.  Okay.  Saunter was a word used very loosely.  Drunkenly–though?  Yeah!  That was spot on.  Laughter turned into a bright grin as their bodies collided.  Blaine’s arm wrapped around his slender waist to keep him near as he perked up and looked at the drink.  “Does it? That sounds,” he stopped at Barry’s giggle and then promptly broke into his own fit of giddy chuckling.  “Wow.  You’re right!  How creative of you.”  This was too adorable for words.  Barry was aiming for tipsy and bypassed it three drinks ago.  Even a slowed down speedster could apparently not help himself from rushing towards something.  In this case?  It was getting hammered.  “Are you having fun,” he asked wiggling his fingers for Barry to turn over the glass so he could have a taste.