"All right," Barney said, downing his beer. "I have now had enough drinks to hit on a guy."

Everyone at the table cheered.

"So, who do you like?" Lily asked. "Guy in the hat?"

"Eh…"

"Ooh! That hot guy by the juke box!" Robin said.

"Not really my style…"

"So what is your style? Oh! Suit, by the door!"

Everyone agreed. "Suit, that's definitely your style," Lily said.

Barney laughed. "Brown suit, black shoes? Please." He scanned the room. "Ooh, check out that hottie at the bar."

"What, one of those two? They're both hot, which one?" Lily said.

"Blondie, on the right."

"What? No way, the other one's way hotter," Robin objected.

"Well, Robin, you are a dog person…"

"Oh, shut up, he's adorable!"

Barney laughed. "Sure." He called Wendy the Waitress over. "Wendy, what's the deal with those two at the bar?"

Wendy the Waitress shrugged. "They just came in and sat down, they've been there since about ten. Connor and Murphy. I think they're Irish."

Barney took a deep breath. "All right, I'm going over there."

"I dunno, Barney, I think those two might be on a date," Wendy the Waitress said.

"Really, Wendy? Have you no faith in my charm?" Barney winked and sauntered off to the bar.

He hovered behind his target for a moment, listening to the conversation.

"I'm telling you, Murph, we gotta go find a hotel or something," he was arguing.

"Come on, Con, one more beer," the other pleaded.

"Like you need another fucking beer!"

Barney slipped himself smoothly in between the two of them. "Hey, handsome, if you need a place to stay tonight, why don't you ditch pug face here and crash at my place?" he said invitingly.

"Excuse me?" Murphy said incredulously.

Connor stared at Barney and then burst out laughing. "Are you fucking serious?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Murphy challenged.

"I'm sorry, was I talking to you?" Barney said. He stuck out his hand to Connor. "Barney Stinson. And you are?"

"In the middle of something right now, so if you don't mind…"

"No, no, Connor, you chat with your new friend," Murphy said with a mischievous wink, disappearing in an instant.

Barney took Murphy's stool. "So, Connor. Ireland?"

Connor eyed him warily. "Aye."

"So, what's the deal with you and pug face? You two exclusive?"

Connor nearly inhaled his drink. "Me and Murphy?" Then an idea struck him. "Well, I guess, we are on a date…"

Barney raised an eyebrow. "Is that so."

"'Fraid it is, yea," Connor said brightly. "In fact, we're about to take a vacation together…"

Barney looked slightly put down, but resumed his swagger. "Well, I think…"

Murphy came up behind Connor. "So, how you two doing?"

Connor whirled around. "You know, it's quite rude to leave in the middle of the date, sweetie."

Murphy caught on immediately. "I just had to make a quick phone call, honey."

Barney nodded. "All right. That's cool. But this isn't the last you have seen of Barney Stinson."