Violet met Cisco at the door, grabbing his arm and dragging him up the stairs to her bedroom, yelling at Oliver something about a coconut over her shoulder as they passed him in the living room and pushed him into her room, closing the door quickly and grinning. “See? I told you it’d be fine. Realistically Oliver lets me do whatever I want, he just bitches about it later.”
“I’m sure he’s just fine with me intruding in his home.” Cisco sighed, almost dropping the now semi-melted ice cream. “Like I told you, I’m pretty sure the guy doesn’t like me.”
