Thank you guys for reading my story. I know I put rated M but I'm not sure if I should have Iris and Barry...you know. Should I have them start an official relationship? Just like every other author would, I'd really appreciate it if you guys could write a review.
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Barry had never been to a club. What do you do there? Dance? Was it like in the movies? What do you wear there? After staring at his closet, he decided that simple was better. He put on a blue collared button-down shirt and jeans. This should help him blend in. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and sauntered down the stairs.
"Hey, where are you going? I thought that we could make it a dinner-in-front-of-the-TV night," Joe prompted. He was already making some pasta thing enough for the both of them to enjoy.
"Oh sorry Joe I promised Iris that I would...help her with an article tonight. I'll be back late because...I need to stop by S.T.A.R Labs and...ask Caitlyn something, okay? I'll see you tomorrow at the station." He was terrible at improvising but luckily Joe bought it.
"Alright, but let's hang out together sometime soon. With Wally and Turtle and everything going on we haven't really talked much. Have fun listening to Iris rant about the news."
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Barry arrived surprisingly on time. He sped up the stairs to her apartment and knocked.
"Come in!" called Iris' muffled voice.
He opened the door and looked around. Everything was clean and organized, just like Iris. He strolled around until he found the kitchen and spotted a box of milk duds on the table. Smiling, he picked them up and started to gobble them down.
"Iris!" he called in a singsong voice, "You better come out here before I eat all your-holy crap Iris what are you wearing?!" Barry dropped the box of chocolates and was staring with his mouth open.
Iris had emerged from her bedroom wearing a very revealing black faux leather crisscross crop top with an equally revealing black mini skirt. Barry pulled out of the horrified trance and threw his jacket at her.
"What do you mean 'what am I wearing?' What are you wearing?! We're going to a club, not a job interview! And you spilled all my milk duds!" Barry apologized and bent down to clean up the mess. Iris also started scooping up chocolates but her cleavage increased and he could see inside her shirt's neckline
"Uh Iris? Maybe you could...go back and change into something a bit more modest," Barry suggested.
"I'm the one who dressed appropriately for the situation," she claimed, "You need some help. Here, let me get you something better to wear." She ran back into her bedroom and briefly emerged with an extremely tight matching faux leather tank top.
"Here, try it on! I got it for Eddie so we could match but...it wasn't his style. I know it's really tight but you should show off your muscles once in awhile."
Barry stared at the thing for a few seconds, then opened his mouth. "Uh, first of all, I'm glad you can talk about Eddie now without becoming completely depressed, but second of all I can see why he wouldn't ever wear it in public."
"Oh come on it would look great on you! Try it on, please? For me?"
He sighed but grabbed it, zoomed into her bedroom, and emerged a few seconds later with it on. Iris covered her face to keep from laughing too hard. It was extremely tight on Barry and showed off everything. He stared at himself in the mirror with a surprised look.
"See Barry! It fits!" Iris exclaimed.
"And by 'fits' do you mean molding into the shape of my nipples?" he asked, pointing out the snug fit of the material on his skin. "I will say though, it wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought. Actually, it's almost exactly like my suit. Look, I can still run really fast in these!" he remarked while circling the room.
"Okay that's settled. So, shall we go?" she asked.
He grinned. "Wanna run?"
She told him the address and they were off in an instant. They arrived in a dark alley so no one would question their method of transportation. Iris was breathless after the ride, just like every other time the Flash carried her off somewhere in seconds. They straightened themselves up and walked to the entrance of the club.
"I heard from work that this is the most popular club in Central City," Iris informed. Fortunately, it was a really cool place with lots of people but unfortunately it was extremely popular. There was a line of young adults lining the wall of the building wearing dark clothes and impatiently waiting for their entrance. They looked at each other, then at the club entrance.
"Let's just…" Barry began, but Iris was already into his arms. They waited until the bouncer's head was turned, then he speeded into the club.
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It was dark and loud. There were people stuffed onto the dance floor and many of the bar's seats were taken up. An electric disco ball randomly flashed light sporadic enough to cause a seizure. Barry and Iris had to squeeze through the waves of people grinding up on each other to reach the corner and take a breather.
"Hey Barry!" Iris shouted, "Let's go to a different room! I heard that there's at least four different clubbing rooms in this building! I think this one's too crowded!"
"Yeah okay!" he yelled back.
They shuffled to double door which opened up to a room similar to the first except less crowded. They spotted seats and quickly moved to take them. Iris ordered a drink from the bartender while Barry listened in envy.
"The inability to get drunk might seem good for my health but it's not fun. Actually, it's hell." Barry complained. Iris' eyes lit up and she put down her drink.
"Oh my god I almost forgot," she rambled while rifling through her bag, "After work I went to S.T.A.R. Labs to invite Caitlyn to come but she was too embarrassed by her last drinking incident to accept the invitation. She told me she was feeling sorry for you so she somehow developed this alcohol that will, like, disable your hypermetabolism long enough to have you buzzed through the night but not have your liver permanently damaged. I thought we could test it out right now," she continued while pulling out a clear glass bottle of clear liquid. "I have the rest in my apartment but I thought I could bring some to experiment."
Barry didn't know whether to be skeptical or excited. He wasn't an alcoholic, but he longed for that nice feeling he felt the last time Caitlyn conjured up a potion for him. Iris took a shot glass and poured him a drink from the bottle.
"Cheers," she called while clinking her drink to his, "Cheers to moving on. Moving on to the future and moving on from the past!" Iris watched closely as Barry downed his drink eagerly in one gulp. He squeezed his eyes shut as a rush of adrenaline went through him. Then came the nice familiar relief of alcohol.
"Whoa! It works! This is awesome," he praised, pouring himself more liquid from the bottle. Iris smiled and shivered from the thrill of her drink. They clinked and continued the process to drunkenness.
"Hey Bear, have you guys got any clue where Zoom is?" Iris asked when the song switched to a quieter one.
He shook his head. "Caitlyn and the other Flash are determined on finding him. Caitlyn informed me that he's sick and needs to acquire his speed back to get better. We, like, really need to stop him. He's more dangerous than Eobard Thawne! I need to get faster and stronger if I want to beat him! I can't afford to be weakened by him like I was last time!"
Iris giggled and pat his cheek. "Your so cute when you're worked up like this. You're like a little chipmunk. Relax okay? We're here to have fun! Here, give me your phone."
Barry regarded her with a suspicious look. "Why? What are you going to do?"
She pulled it out from his pocket. "Just trust me, okay?" She turned shut his phone off and stuffed it in her purse. "There. Now if there's any trouble in the city tonight, we'll let the police take care of it. That's why they're here. The people need to feel like they can help protect the city. I mean, it's great having a superhuman run around all the time but makes us normal humans feel so...useless. And I know what you're about to say: 'Iris, we're all special!' Yeah Bear, we're all internally special but c'mon! You have superspeed! When can a normal human like us put that on the resume? You are one lucky dude, you know that?"
Now that Iris was deep into alcohol there was no filter between her thoughts and words. Barry had never seen drunk Iris before, and it was weird. All his life he looked up to her as a beautiful, smart role model but this was a completely different side of her that for fourteen years he had never witnessed. He sipped his drink and watched as she slipped into an official drunk rant.