EPISODE PLAYLIST
01. SHOTS - LMFAO
02. CRIMINAL - Britney Spears
03. GIRLS TALK BOYS - 5 Seconds Of Summer

BOBBI'S POV

I slammed down my empty glass on the bar top after my third refill. That's four fills total. My head hadn't even begun to swirl yet, but I did start to get the shadowy-numbing sensation. I wasted no time pouring another glass. I wasn't even keeping track of the time anymore. Oops. "Careful. You might not make the trip back," Mick commented, before taking a swig of liquor.

"Well, then, you'll just have to carry me," I smiled humorlessly and downed my drink. It burned its way down my throat as I put the glass back where it was on the counter. I glanced over in the direction of the poker table and exhaled lightly. Sara was taking everyone's money—winning round after round—and Professor Stein looked to be trying to convince her that she was somehow cheating. Snart just watched from a table back, looking amused. He looked ridiculous in that western garb.

I had a slightly drunken thought and I quickly turned to Mick. He raised an eyebrow, bracing himself for something idiotic I'm sure. "What's his deal?" I drawled a bit. "He's such a dick."

"I'm afraid that list is too long for me to say all at once," he answered, dropping his empty glass on the counter. I was almost too caught in my own fuzzed train of thought to hear what he'd said. Without acknowledging the fact he spoke, I started talking myself, like I never stopped.

"I mean, when I first joined the team he did nothing but act like a total douche. And suddenly he's flirting with me now? And opening up about his past? And acting like he actually cares?" I turned to Mick with an emphasized expression. "But, here's the catch: he acts like it never happened two seconds later. Like...what the hell, Mick? Who does that?"

"A special brand of idiot," Mick replied.

I sighed and poured another drink, glancing at the poker table again. It was a mistake. Before I quickly looked away, I caught Snart's eyes a second. My eyes retreated to the safety of the half empty liquor bottle in front of me and I finished pouring. "I have a feeling, even if I was blind, I'd be able to see what's really going on," Mick continued, causing me to raise an eyebrow. I stopped sipping from my glass early to give him a look.

"What are you trying to say?" I drunkenly demanded. I think six was too many. Shit.

"You said it yourself. He was flirting with you, opening up to you, acting like he cares about you," he pointed out, turning toward me slightly. "It looks a bit obvious, don't you think?" Honestly, nothing looked obvious to me right now. But even in my state of mind I could tell what he was getting at. I made a pfft sound and turned back to my glass, appalled. "You're insane," I shook my head.

"That may be true, but I'm right, and you know it deep down. You just can't see it because you're drunk off your ass," he said, calmly.

"I am not."

"Really? Try standing up." Somewhere inside I took that as a challenge. Okay, buddy. Watch me. I pushed down on the bar top to stand but was stopped by movement at my very near left. I dropped back onto the chair and looked up. Snart was partially glaring at Mick past me. "You really thought getting her drunk was a good idea, Mick?" Snart asked, rhetorically.

"She's the one who wanted him to leave the bottle," Mick replied, using it as an excuse. I scrubbed my hands over my face and sighed, sitting upright. "Guys, really, I'm not that drunk—just tipsy. It's not a big deal," I said, mostly directing the sentence at , he looked unconvinced. He leaned into the counter a bit with a light exhale. "I think you've had enough, Bobbi," he said, semi-seriously.

I could never really take anything he said serious when he always talks so sarcastically. The really tipsy side of me wanted to argue I should stay put and drink more. But the rational side of me won that argument with the note that I really didn't want to make a scene. So I voluntarily stood up, sliding off the stool, and turned to Snart. "If I'm so drunk, how do you expect me to get back to the ship?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"How does anyone get around in the old west, Princess? Horseback," he smirked. "Let's go. I'll take you back to the ship."

"I can ride a horse just fine by myself," I gave him my best nice try look and started for the door. No way am I riding a horse with Mr. Freeze. That would just be- oh shit. I heard footsteps behind me and Snart started walking at my side as I pushed through the door to leave. I sighed heavily. "I don't need a babysitter," I announced, stopping at the dirt road, turning to face him.

"I'm sure you don't, but I'm also pretty sure that drinking and driving is still a crime," he smirked, seriously-sarcastic. I rolled my eyes and he started walking. "Let's fetch us a noble stead." Dear God, please help me. My shoulders drooped a bit as I slowly followed after him. Here we go.

Thankfully there was a stable nearby that we could 'rent' a horse from. It was a beautiful ash-grey color, adorned with a black saddle setup. Snart turned to me, standing beside the horse. "Up you go," he said, tipping his head toward the saddle in a gesture. I sighed and stepped over to the saddle area of the horse. I'd ridden a horse before, at summer camp. So I knew the etiquette and how to get on, what not to touch and how to make it go.

I slid my foot in the stirrup and pulled myself up into the saddle. Then I scooted back just behind the saddle and patted the newly emptied space in front of me. "Your turn," I smiled, humorlessly. He didn't play around, just exhaled and pulled himself up into the saddle. What pained me the most about this situation was that I would have to touch him. Shit. He took hold of the reins and the horse stepped around a little, anxious to get going.

I wasn't expecting the horse to move, and it prompted me to quickly wrap my arms around Snart's middle. "Try not to break any of my ribs," he glanced back a bit, and then spurred the horse on. The clip-clop of the horse's hooves on the ground was a welcomed sound. That was one of my favorite parts of summer camp. We'd put the boots on the horses for a trail ride and it would make the funniest sound on concrete.

The horse eased into a mild trot-walk, somewhere-in-the-middle speed as we began our trip back to the ship. Once we got a ways out from town, we slowed to a nice walking pace. I could let myself relax a bit on the back of the horse. It wasn't as leg-splitting as I remembered it being. "You seem like you know what you're doing, cowboy," I threw the starter sentence out there, trying to fill the silence.

"You'd be surprised what I know how to ride," he replied, casually. I heard the sarcasm in his tone, but it was all too reminding of his flirtatious actions two days ago. And it was obviously a line. Tipsy me was more curious as to what would happen if I flirted back. I probably shouldn't. But I couldn't stop myself. "You couldn't handle me even if you tried," I smiled knowingly, looking around at the hills.

"I'm afraid that would be another bet you'd lose, Princess." I knew it was light-hearted, we were joking. But something knotted in my chest. Completely sober me was telling tipsy me to knock it the hell off in my head. This was pretty stupid. I hate him, right? And I usually act like it. But for some reason I couldn't help myself. It was too much fun, I guess. "You talk the talk, but you don't see much action," I teased, leaning a bit to see over his shoulder.

"Let's just say, I'm waiting for the right kind of action," he said, glancing toward me a second. His tone was back to being serious, and I got the feeling I didn't want to know what the right kind of action was. Mostly because what Mick said was probably true. The right kind was me. I moved back to my starting positon on the horse and tried to keep my mouth shut from then on. You're just drunk, I tried to tell myself. You're over thinking it all.

The excuse that I was only under the influence didn't give as much comfort as I was going for. We finally arrived back at the ship not a moment later. Snart pulled the horse to a stop outside the cargo bay door and I immediately slid off, dropping to the floor on my feet. I stepped aside and Snart dismounted. Just then, Rip opened the cargo bay door and stepped out to us. He looked pissed. "Where have you two been? And where's the rest of the team?" he asked, furious.

"They'll be here shortly," Snart replied, simply.

"Why are they not with you?" Rip questioned.

"This one had a little too much at the Saloon," Snart explained, tipping his head sidewalks at me in a gesture. "It was a public safety issue." Rip looked to me and I smiled sheepishly. He shook his head disappointedly and turned sideways, gesturing toward the ship. Great. I'm in the dog house now. Wonderful. That's just what you needed, Bobbi.

NARRATOR'S POV

When the team finally arrived back at the ship, Rip was quick to scorn them for being over time and radio silent. His monologue of a speech lasted at least half an hour and bored everyone practically to death. The only member not present during this time was Bobbi, and Kendra noticed this almost immediately. But she waited until they were all available to leave to say anything. "Hey guys, where's Bobbi?" she asked, glancing around.

Sara looked around a moment, only just noticing her absence. "Probably sleeping off the intoxication," Snart commented, draped over a silver chair. Kendra's eyebrows raised and she turned to see him as she crossed her arms. "She was drunk?" she asked him, surprised.

"Very," he nodded, with a knowing closed-mouthed smile.

Sara sighed and went to Kendra. "Come on. She's probably just in her room." Kendra nodded and Sara led the way to the door, but not before giving Snart a disapproving look. The two made their way to Bobbi's room from the bridge. It didn't take long. Bobbi's was one of the closest to the bridge. The door was closed when they arrived. Kendra knocked twice and paused, waiting for sound.

Nothing came at first, and Sara looked to Kendra. Kendra held up her hand to knock again when a muffled, "Come in!" filtered through the door. The doors slid open and Kendra stepped inside, Sara shortly behind. Bobbi was lying on her bed, face up, with an arm draped over her eyes. "Hey, Bobbi. Are you okay?" Sara asked, before sharing a concerned look with Kendra.

"I'm going completely...utterly...fucking insane," Bobbi said, semi-quietly.

Sara smiled. "You're not insane, you're just drunk."

"I'm serious," Bobbi moved her arm from her face, dropping it at her side. Kendra walked over to the bed and sat on the edge at Bobbi's waist level. "Why are you insane?" she asked, humoring her, almost motherly. Bobbi looked reluctant to speak. Sara made herself comfortable, leaning her back into the bedroom wall, bracing with a foot. Listening was always her strong suit. The talking was always Kendra's.

Finally Bobbi exhaled heavily and pushed herself up to sit. She paused. "I think I actually...like him," she revealed, as though the words left a bitter taste on her tongue. "But I think he liked me first." Kendra's eyebrows furrowed. She had a pretty good idea of just who Bobbi might be talking about, but she wanted to get it from the horse's mouth. "Who?" she probed.

"Snart," Bobbi answered, timidly. Kendra wasn't at all surprised at this confession. Sara wasn't either, but she was just more excited that she won a bet she'd made with Ray when Bobbi first joined the team. "And this is news?" Sara asked, rhetorically, with a smile. Kendra twisted to give her a look and Bobbi scrubbed her face, releasing a whining groan. "This can't be happening. Please, tell me I'm nuts, it'll make me feel so much better," Bobbi pleaded, exhaustedly.

"Bobbi...you aren't crazy for having feelings for someone," Kendra pointed out, gently.

"But it isn't just someone, is it?" Sara asked, knowingly. "It's the son of the man that killed your father. And now you're questioning all your life choices, everything you've ever said and done—all because you swore you'd never care about him, but you do." Bobbi stared at Sara with a mildly surprised expression and Kendra raised an eyebrow. Sara pushed off the wall and stepped over toward the bed.

She dropped into the open space just behind Bobbi, and Bobbi twisted to be able to see both of them at once. "I know exactly how you're feeling, because I've felt the same way. Once upon a time I fell in love—at least I thought that's what it was—with my sister's boyfriend," Sara continued.

"Where are you going with this?" Kendra asked, concerned.

"My point is, we were both really stupid back then but now he's literally a hero. People change. Leonard Snart may be a lot of things, Bobbi, but he would have never killed your father. He didn't have a choice in what his father did. So...you feeling this way- it's not a bad thing," Sara explained. "You're not betraying your dad. You still love him and miss him—and nothing will change that. But he'd want you to be happy, right? With whoever that may be."

Bobbi was in a pause, thinking. What Sara was saying all made sense, but it was a jagged pill. It was deep stuff. And she was still fuzzed over from the drinking. She nodded a little. "Yeah...I guess, you're right," she looked down. "But what do I do? Just act like I suddenly don't hate him? He still annoys the crap out of me."

"And that's okay," Sara assured.

"Just act naturally," Kendra added. "Like you would with anyone." Bobbi nodded again, taking in the information. She was never one for those girly conversations about boys and feelings, but she really needed another female's opinion and perspective on the situation. At least now she wouldn't make it too obvious. Secretly, she just hoped she would feel the same when the alcohol was out of her system.