Pause. He stared for a moment and then grinned that particular grin. You know the one, mixture of boyish mischief and pure..well, not evil. Just more mischief. The one that promised something. Something legendary!
"The nite's so young! Why turn in now?" The suited-up New Yorker asked, turning his head and blue eyes to the redhead. No hellos, no 'Hey, Red.' Just a man who found his partner in crime for the evening.
Or found his crime for the evening. Barney wasn't sure which. And the re-Barneyfication, which had worked wonders, made him want to play with fire. And fire haired women.