A/N: If people like this I'll write more. Review please! I'm very open to criticism!
Robin's thoughts during "Pilot."
Robin Scherbatsky was at a bar. It was September of 2005 and she was a little homesick and even more sick of her job. She was tired of her friends (she hung out with them because they too had recently moved from Canada but they were also kind of losers). But right now she was in a good mood. She would have been in a better mood if she had been allowed to talk to guys; her recently dumped friend was putting kind of a damper on her spirits; but regardless of all that, she had had a good day at work (she had reported on a fire someone had started when putting clothing in the microwave (apparently, to dry it out). Hey, she was up to minor disasters now, right?) Damn, she wished she were allowed to go talk to guys. There were some hotties here tonight. Like- ooh, look at that blonde guy in the suit. He was really smoking. He looked like a sleazebag- he had hit on three different women just in the brief time she had been watching him- but still, smoking. She watched him get slapped in the face, ignored, and- awesome- a drink thrown in his face. She giggled. That looked like fun. She wished he'd come hit on her so she could throw a drink in his face. Although- she straightened up a little bit- she was definitely not a blonde bimbo with daddy issues. She was a strong, self-confident woman with daddy issues. Not exactly his type, by the look of it. Oh, well... Was he coming over? Was he? No, he was just going up to talk to some guy at the bar. She tried to quell the little tang of disappointment. He was a sleazebag.
"I'll get the next round," she said, and got up.
"Robin?"
"Cathy?" It was an old acquaintance, whom she hadn't seen since her days as...
"Robin Sparkles! How are you? It's been forever!"
"Hey, Cathy!" Cathy had been a nice girl. Robin was happy to see her. "How are you?"
"I'm doing really well. I'm actually working for the mayor."
"Oh my gosh! That's fantastic!"
"I know, right? I'm feeling pretty successful at the moment..." Robin was half listening. If she remembered correctly, Cathy was chatty. She snuck a glance at the bar. Blondie was indignant over something. She wished she could hear what. His friend was staring at her with puppy dog eyes. She smiled instinctively. He was kind of cute. Not anything on Blondie, but-
Cathy's voice cut into her thoughts. "Anyway, that's pretty much what's up with me. What's new with you? What brings you to New York, Robin Sparkles?"
"I'm actually a reporter now, for Metro News One."
"That's awesome!"
"Yeah." Robin didn't feel like getting into the tedium of her work life. "Well, I'd better go. My friends are waiting for me to get the next round. But we should definitely get together sometime." Robin had no intention of 'getting together sometime.'
"Absolutely! I'll call you!"
"Well, see you!" Robin moved on. As she was getting the drinks, she felt a tap on her shoulder and felt a thrill in her stomach (but seriously, she couldn't have, she would think later. Who gets "thrills" in their stomach, Scherbatsky?). She looked up and there was Blondie. For a second she was thrilled. Maybe she would have the pleasure of throwing a drink in his face after all.
"Hi, have you met Ted?"
Of COURSE- he was introducing her to his friend. She gave herself a millisecond of disappointment, during which she watched Blondie walk away (damn it, he really was hot) then turned to Puppy Dog Eyes and smiled.
"Let me guess- Ted."
Robin went home that night alone. She didn't go to bed right away, and instead curled up on the couch with her dogs to channel surf. She grinned at the memory of throwing the drink in Ted's face. It HAD been fun. It would have been more fun, of course, if it had been a real sleazebag. Like Blondie. Blondie... she hadn't caught his name. She made a mental note to ask about him on her date tomorrow. What a puppy-eyed guy like Ted was doing hanging out with a guy like Blondie, she didn't know. Ted was quite nice. And he was cute. She shrugged, thinking that maybe she could date him for a little while. Of course not permanently. Relationships... inwardly she shuddered a little bit, thinking of her dumped friend. Ugh. She would NEVER end up like that. No, no long term commitment for her... Her eyes closed sleepily as one of her dogs licked her foot.
When Robin had seen Ted at her window, carrying the blue French horn he had stolen for her, one thought raced through her head.
I really need to get laid.
She smiled. "Come on up."
After Ted had gone home that night, Robin sat on the couch, breathing a little more quickly than normal. Ugh. Ted's "I love you" had brought up her commitment issues in a whole new way. She took a few minutes to calm herself down. It's okay. She didn't have to go get married and have babies. Dammit. Why did she have to think of babies? Freaky little things.
When she was breathing normally again, she pondered the events of the night. It was really too bad. She had really liked Ted, as much as any guy she'd ever dated. And she had really wanted to get laid tonight. She had even given him another chance, with that handshake. She had wanted to get laid so much, she was willing to sleep with a guy who had said "I love you" to her. On the first date.
She had liked Ted. She had thought that if they had dated, she could have ditched her loser friends. Maybe he had better ones. But- oh, well. She shrugged. She wasn't cut up about it.
As she was turning off the light, she inwardly cursed. She had forgotten to ask Ted about Blondie. She had meant to do it, but he had started talking about scotch and she had gotten distracted. Mmmm. Scotch. She wondered idly if Blondie liked scotch. She thought she had seen him drinking it last night.
Damn it. She wished she had asked.
But, oh well. She would never see Blondie again. She might have done. If she and Ted had gone out for a little while. And she would have made fun of his sleazy ways. And drank scotch. And- okay, she was obviously tired. It had been a long night.
Robin drifted off to sleep, yet again imagining throwing a drink in Blondie's face.