AN: This chapter was revised as of 2/28/17
Kids, the next couple days Carrie began to get more and more desperate for a place to stay.
(Carrie's POV)
Ted had talked to me after I left the bar, and convinced me to stay with him and Robin for a bit, on the couch. It kind of felt like I was back in high school, sleeping in on a friend's sofa after getting too drunk to function. There were three stages of drunk for me - emphasis on the were - considering I don't drink anymore.
Stage one was party drunk;
"Carrie, stop. That's seriously your twentieth shot." Mia, a friend of Carrie's from California put her hand on her shoulder. "And I want to go back to my dorm and need your car, so come on." Mia tugged at her arm barely causing Carrie to budge. Suddenly, and not so unexpectedly Carrie jumped up onto the table -
"Throw money at me!" the music died down as Carrie stood on the table giggling. She whispered not so quietly to Mia; "This is not how I pictured it when I was at the dentist yesterday..."
"Man, why'd you invite those two..."
Stage two was fake secret telling drunk;
"Michael, I have a confession..." Carrie trailed off numbly as Mia dumped her on the coach back at their dorm. Michael, Mia's boyfriend glanced over at the pair.
"Is she...?" he trailed off and Mia nodded.
"I'm pregnant with your child." she paused dramatically her face buried in a black checkered blanket.
"But we never had se-" before he could finish Mia slapped him in the back of the head.
"I'm sorry, don't tell Mia she's just so in love with you. I think she was going to propose." And that part wasn't fake.
Present Time:
Then, of course, by stage three I'd be fully passed out with my face in a pillow. They'd have to turn me over so I'd remember to breath. But, in the face of all of that, I didn't have the luxury to get a good night's sleep when I was at Ted's. Every time I would try and close my eyes-
"Ted...Ted...TED...is she sleeping yet. Is it safe...?"
And then I would open my eyes for a split second to see Marshall sticking his head in through the door frame and holding a six pack of beer and a video game system. So I definitely got a bit upset.
Enough that I sat up, reached under my blanket, pulled out a sword, and threw at him, it hitting the door and going through just in front of Marshal's face.
"Kids, your Aunt Carrie likes to think she threw a sword, but really it was a pencil that didn't even reach the end of the coach before falling back on her face."
I pulled the blanket over my head and groaned as Ted exited the kitchen with a coffee drenched piece of long paper, which once must have been blueprints, but now is just another mess that he will end up trying to fix with duct tape.
"Was that Marshall?" he asked and I shook my head.
"Nope." I muttered and he rolled his eyes. I dragged my legs out from under the blankets and the nfell over the side of the bed. "At least I have work today, they say I can start out by delivering coffee, because I'm an intern and all. Honoring the stereotypes."
"That's sort of sexist, and sort of sweet." Ted said mindlessly staring at his desk where crumpled pieces of paper surrounded a trash can. "You never did tell me where you were getting an internship - "
"Are those historical landmark pajamas...?" I laugh, ignoring his question trying to quiet it with the top of the blanket.
"No." he started and then broke down. "NO! Why do you always have to be so judgy." I laugh and then jump up to get changed.
Later: (Ted's POV)
When I made it to the bar that day the rest of the gang was already there, minus Robin. Lily and Marshall sitting on one side, and Barney sitting on the other. "Ted! You will not believe what happened at work today."
"Come on Barney he doesn't want to hear." Marshall added, taking a sip of his alcohol.
"What happened?" Lilly asked suddenly, giving them all a weird look. "You guys didn't tell me?"
"Lily Aldrin! Like I would tell you before I told my best friend." he paused and I filled in the gap, -
"Marshall's my best friend."
Barney didn't seemed fazed, "That's right. I am your best friend." he began and then, "Marshall, Marshall, tell him what happened."
"I wasn't there -" he started to say before he was interrupted by Barney. At that point he had quizzical looks from everyone at the table.
"You were there." he said. "In spirit."
"Barney just say what happened." Lily blurted suddenly, and before he could tell his story someone turned on the evening news.
News: "A bank robbery downtown has the entire police station on it's feet. Among the hostages is local news reporter -" the man on the news stopped for a moment mouthing the word 'who?' before taking in a deep awkward breath and continuing, "Local news reporter Robin Scherbatsky."
Everyone's mouths dropped to the floor.
AN: Short but sweet, meant to be an ice breaker since I haven't updated since last year. Which, I honestly apoligize for. I actually planned on never updating again, but the moment I realized that people were actually enjoying the story I knew that I needed to give it another shot. Though, I'm pretty sure that I made them all OOC. Before I forget I also want to apoligize for boering you with Carrie's California roomate's. But I felt like it was needed. Speacial thanks to Lady Ravanna and the Guest for the reviews and everyone who's followed and favorited.
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