she mirrors him perfectly, sliding onto the floor just as he does, smoothing her skirt down to make sure everything is in place as she sits. âiâm not being dramatic! thatâs a thing. running out of oxygen is a thing.â at least, sheâs fairly certain she didnât make it up. she canât exactly google it; her phone is dead. she thinks this might be what the middle ages were likeâŚor, at least, the 90â˛s. âya chai.â a pause. âyouâre barney, right? i think iâve heard some of yourâŚguestsâŚcall you that.â she smiles coyly, raising her eyebrows.
yeah, no shit itâs a thing. he doesnât say that. instead barney focuses on her name. âya chai.â he repeats perfectly. âi am. yes.â barney had been throwing more parties than usual these days. a direct result of all the new music he had been putting out. parties were not only excuses to get drunk and hang out with friends but to play his music as well. âare you a fan of parties?â he asks, rather than apologize. âyou should come to them some time. meet some new faces or whatever.â