Sandcastles in the sand. Who: Bar-man & Robin When: Thursday 15th, Morning Where: Sleepy Hollow Lobby What: Barney almost maybe starts to grasp he isn't just in New Jersey, and tries to find Robin and what the french toast is going on.
Tearing himself away from the many fine, yet shanty, amenities that the Sleepy Hollow had began to offer thus far, Barney went off in search for Robin. For whatever reason she was denying that they'd had a moment the previous evening, and while he couldn't remember how they had gotten to this particularly hotel, he did remember them bumping uglies. Sex just wasn't something Barney forgot about, least of all with Robin Scherbatsky.
As he descended down the fairly tacky and oddly old school horror staircase, he checked his watch trying to remember how long ago it had been since he told her to meet him in the lobby. Maybe she wouldn't. Maybe, she was denying this because she was angry it happened in the first place.
But why would she be angry about what could have only been amazing sex? Oh right. Ted. Yikes. Sleeping with your Best Bro's ex girlfriend was definitely high up in the list of DONTS in the Bro Code, he knew this all by heart, but. He couldn't help himself. Robin was..well it was Robin, and he didn't know why he couldn't just stop.
Maybe she was onto something with this pretending it never happened. Yeah. They could pretend, and Ted would never have to know. He thought to himself smugly, nodding to no one in particular as he waited by the nearly decaying lobby structure. "Jersey..psh. You'd really think the government would take pity and just...give them some funding."