Who: Bernie Rhodenbarr and Barbara Gordon What: Watching the news When: Saturday morning Where: Barbara's home Ratings/Warnings: PG-13 Status: Complete
Bernie had been wary of going to the gala, but went for Barbara. Part of his anxiety was wrapped up in the idea that the whole thing had been a trap, and there would be officers there ready to pounce. Indeed, there had been a few people there that just screamed 'cop'. Part of it felt a bit like flaunting. Rubbing elbows with the very people he'd burgled from seemed...
Well, kind of a thrill, but it didn't outweigh the stupidity of it all. He'd been obviously uncomfortable, and the two of them had left early. It had taken a glass or two of scotch for Bernie to calm down, but it hadn't interrupted their other plans for the evening.
He woke up next to Barbara, placing a kiss in her hair before getting up to make coffee.