“Just because there’s pictures of you two standing next to each other doesn’t mean you two were making out behind a plant.” She stopped. “I mean… You weren’t, right? Because I was spying on you for most of the night just in case the bastard was going to try anything and I never saw any visits to a broom closet but at one point Barry looked really cute in his little tux and we had champagne and I had like 3 glasses and we danced and it was cute and then the attack happened so theoretically you could have done something scandalous in that time.” Violet wrapped the blanket securely around Cisco’s little ball of agony and rubbed his back. “You wanna get drunk? We could go to a bar and you could pick up a chick and get laid and that’ll wipe that asswipe off of your radar completely. Or you could pick up a dude. Either one. But probably the chick is safer. Yeah, I’d stick with the hetero side for now. It’ll be nice. Or like, wow, I was going to suggest calling Lisa but she’s like in a coma right now so clearly she isn’t available for some distraction. Wasn’t there another girl that you had a fling with? Let’s get you a rebound, brother dear.”
“I don’t. Wanna. Talk. About. It.” Cisco whined, squeezing his eyes shut. “I don’t wanna think about the gala. I don’t wanna talk about Hart right now. I don’t want to leave my apartment. I don’t need a rebound, Vi. I just need him.”
Cisco backup 