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Who: Kara Thrace and Barney Stinson
Where: The Bar (..and probably someone's room shortly thereafter)
When: Evening, some time after dinner
What: Barney is just innocently sitting at the bar drinking clam juice, looking for something to pass the time. Okay, two of those statements were untrue...
Barney Stinson was sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of some of the finest scotch he'd ever had. Sure, there was a mini-bar in his room, and if he'd really wanted to get drunk, he could have grabbed one of the bottles off of his mini-bar and had a go. However, Barney wouldn't have the chance to oogle random passersby, and to be honest, 90% of going to a bar to drink was trying to get laid. The other 10% was of course getting a change in scenery, since there was only so many times a man could look at the same ceiling.
Unfortunately for Barney, the bar was empty except for the female bartender whom decided to pop in and out of existence only when his glass was empty to grant him a refill. Of course, the bartender was ascetically pleasing to the eyes, and didn't hardly speak at all, which made her almost the perfect woman. He wasn't quite sure if he could actually have sex with the bartender, but that wouldn't stop him from trying, if only she'd stay around longer.
Where: The Bar (..and probably someone's room shortly thereafter)
When: Evening, some time after dinner
What: Barney is just innocently sitting at the bar drinking clam juice, looking for something to pass the time. Okay, two of those statements were untrue...
Barney Stinson was sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of some of the finest scotch he'd ever had. Sure, there was a mini-bar in his room, and if he'd really wanted to get drunk, he could have grabbed one of the bottles off of his mini-bar and had a go. However, Barney wouldn't have the chance to oogle random passersby, and to be honest, 90% of going to a bar to drink was trying to get laid. The other 10% was of course getting a change in scenery, since there was only so many times a man could look at the same ceiling.
Unfortunately for Barney, the bar was empty except for the female bartender whom decided to pop in and out of existence only when his glass was empty to grant him a refill. Of course, the bartender was ascetically pleasing to the eyes, and didn't hardly speak at all, which made her almost the perfect woman. He wasn't quite sure if he could actually have sex with the bartender, but that wouldn't stop him from trying, if only she'd stay around longer.