The Pick-Up Line

Barney approached the table of women, he was actually kind of nervous, aiming his sights on the hot brunette in green he smiled. This was gonna be legen - wait for it...

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The blonde guy who winked at her from the bar, came to their table grinning. He came straight to Robin.

"Hy there, I'm sorry to bother you all. But..." he actually paused a few seconds, acting thoughtful, Robin knew exactly what he was thinking of. "Well I was just wondering if one of you would mind helping me out of a little pickle I've found myself in." Maurissa hid her smile while Katelyn nodded, this was the guy.

"Okay, what's the problem", she less than enthusiastically asked. Katelyn kicked her under the table. "Handsome..." He grinned

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- dary!

"Well my car broke down outside and I need a little help. Not much just someone to hold a flashlight or something..." He directed this nonchalantly to the brunette, who looked to the rest of them sceptically.

"What a coincidence Robin here was just saying how much she loves cars."

"I do? I mean, yeah I do. I'll help", she gathered her stuff up. Hook, line and sinker. He looked back to Ted and gave him a nod. "I'll see you guys later." They waved a few farewells before Barney lead her outside. Once outside she realized he had no car.

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"Uh where's your car?" The wind blew, not that it was very cold.

"Oh that, I don't have one", Robin looked at him in disbelief. What a crappy pick-up line. "I saw you were obviously not having a good time, what with Miss I-just-got-dumped - she must be a joy at parties – so I thought you'd appreciate a way out, if not you can head back inside." That was a pretty good, Robin smiled at his joke about Maurissa. She looked back inside for a second, just to show that she was thinking about it and then observed the blond man. His hands were in his pocket; his womanizing grin was replaced with a more sympathetic, a more human one; and, he continued to stare at her awaiting her response, eyebrows raised.

"I gotta admit, that was pretty good and I was having a pretty bad time."

"No need to thank me, I was just doing what anyone else would have done. I do have one favor to ask."

"Okay what?"

"Would you like to actually go out, as in a date, with me?" And so it begins.

"Sure", she smiled.

"Well then I guess we should be properly introduced: Barney Stinson, at your service." He extended a hand.

"Robin Scherbatsky", she took his hand, it was felt soft and firm, "how do you do?"