A warehouse called George - Thursday

[badassprodigy]

After work, Barry had spent most of his time cleaning up the warehouse and establishing a portal back to his world. The portal actually only took a minute and the cleaning was actually pretty needless but nevertheless, Barry was in high gear in preparation for tonight.

Not that he was nervous or anything.

Nope. Not at all. Not one bit.

[For that one.]

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[somethingwithturquoise]

The relief Summer felt at that moment was palpable on so many levels.

"You really are a super-genius who's thought of everything," she gushed out, and she laughed with a sort of sheepishness about it before she grinned. "And, yeah, I really appreciate not having to meet your friends when I'm exhausted and covered in possibly equal parts sweat and jello. But I am looking forward to it."

Then she wondered if it was possible to overdose on warm, fuzzy feelings because if it was, she was probably getting there remarkably fast.

"And it's June 19th," she added, with a softer grin.

You know, one day before the actual start of summer.

Because way to go and mess that one up, Beth and Jerry.

[badassprodigy]

Barry took the compliment of being a super-genius in stride. It was a fact of life for him and not something he tried to be too egotistical about. However he did turn a bit pink at Summer's compliment.

"They may show up for Parents Weekend," Barry replied. "And after they see that episode of Chopped they'll probably like you on sight. They already know you're a badass."

He pushed open the door to a place known as Dutch Fred's which was fairly empty at the moment as it was somewhat early in the evening.

"And I promise I won't forget your birthday."

Which wasn't hard for him to do.

"All right, rich girl. Unfortunately I've had my limit of alcohol for the week," he said, taking an open seat at the bar. "But this is more for you than me at the moment."