AN: Reread my last chapter and realised I had a ton of typos/general mistakes in that one, resulting in a painfully slow editing process. I really need to start proofreading. So atrocious. Sorry about that. Not going to happen in this one, I promise. New chapter. Yay!

Barney inspected Robin's outfit from head to toe, all the time carrying a frown on his face.

"What? What's wrong?" She spluttered, starting to feel self-conscious as she looked down to take a look at what she was wearing, which really was just a tank top and a pair of shorts.

"Tell me you're not going out to dinner with me in these."

"I actually am." She shrugged and raised an eyebrow. "Tell me, what is the problem exactly?"

"I was going to take you someplace… Fancy. And here you are dressed like you're ready to attend The Amazing Race. I mean, no offense to that show, I quite like it – as in, there are some hot chicks on the show. Seriously hot chicks…" He wondered out loud, drumming his chin with the tip of his fingers. "But that's not the point. The point is you can't go to some fancy restaurant dressed like this."

"You were going to take me out? I was thinking… More of the other way round." She crossed her arms as she leaned against the wall. "Come on. You know nothing about this city. Just let me do the taking out this time. You've had your moments of glory in New York, but it's London here and I'm taking over."

"Fine. Whatever."

A satisfied grin lit up her face and she rubbed her hands together, ready to make plans. "Good. I'm telling you, we're going to get some chips and then we can hit the pub."

"Really, Scherbatsky? Hit the pub?" Barney snorted, a reaction he had been employing for a while now. "Don't you mean hit the bar? Nobody says pub, unless you're like, somehow oddly stuck in the 1950s or something."

"You know what I mean. Now get changed! Nobody hits the –" Robin paused, for effect. "-Pub in a suit."

"Fine. Whatever," he repeated, and she could tell he was only feigning his reluctance to get a reaction out of her. She waved him off to the bathroom, shoving a polo shirt and white Bermudas into his arms with such force that he struggled to receive them. Staring at the clothes as if they were foreign objects, Barney gave a high-pitched squeak and cringed visibly.

"No. No, I'm not wearing these. I am not wearing these. These are disgusting. Why the hell do you have them anyway?" He shook his head vigorously and shoved the clothes back into her arms with an equal amount of force.

"Dude. I got these from your suitcase." She frowned, holding up the polo shirt.

"You lying little minx. I don't wear non-suits," he replied and gasped, holding onto the bathroom doorframe with one hand and putting the other on his chest for dramatic effect. "These clothes are not fit for human. Burn them, my slave! Burn them right now!"

Robin did not know how else to respond to his act and she rolled her eyes like she always did when she was torn between heaving a heavy sigh and bursting into laughter. Truth was, the acts he pulled were cute and quirky and they did make her smile, but they were also equally frustrating at times, if that made sense at all. The only thing she knew was that when it came to Barney, all she had in her mind were conflicting emotions.

Instead of putting up a fight, she gave up, pursing her lips. "Fine. You can wear these. They're not too shabby, I guess."

"Not too shabby? They're Armani." He replied, wide-eyed at her casual dismissal on his fashion choices.

"Okay, okay. Just… Stay out of trouble tonight, alright? Also, another thing is, please don't bring any chicks back here tonight. Let's not forget that we're sharing a room… For god's sake, we're sharing a bed. I don't need a third person in there, naked and vomiting all over my pillow. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Now let's get going, I'm starving."

"Me too. Can't wait to hit the… What's that called again? Oh, the bar." Barney teased as they headed out into the hallway, room key in one hand and the other slipped subconsciously around Robin's shoulders.

"Will you please just keep your mouth shut for a moment?" She replied playfully as she nudged him in the ribs softly.