Apologies for the late update! I'll try and get the next chapter up as soon as possible, hope you enjoy.

Caitlin spotted an empty pool table near the back of the bar, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she hurried towards it with Barry, moving fairly quickly for being drunk and in heels.

They came to a quick stop beside it as she noticed two pool cues lying on top of the table, leaning over and grabbing them before turning around to face him.

"And we don't even have to wait for a table, how great is this?" she asked, smiling drunkenly as she extended the pool cue towards him.

"I dunno about this Cait, I mean we can barely stand let alone play a game of pool. In case you forgot we are both pret-ty drunk right now." he reminded her.

"Do I detect a hint of fear in your voice Mr. Allen?" she asked as he saw a challenging glint in her eyes.

"What? No. . ." he scoffed before grabbing the pool cue out of her hand.

"In fact I am totally going to beat you. . .s'not like your some super secret crazy good pool player or something. . ." he replied confidently, watching as a mischievous smile slowly grew across her face. He did not like that look. . .he did not like that look one bit. Was she secretly good at pool?

"I mean, are you? You. . you're totally not right? I would know that. . .I feel like I would know that about you." he said as she took a step closer to him so that they stood only inches apart from one another, her brown eyes looking up into his green ones.

"You're not the only one with secrets Barry Allen ." she said, smiling slyly at him as Barry swallowed thickly before looking down at her. He could feel his head beginning to spin but didn't know whether it was from the drink or from Caitlin's close proximity. . .he was having a hard time distinguishing between the two at the moment. It was very possible that it was both. . . .

"You ready to get started?" she asked as he focused his attention once more on her, nodding his head.

"Good." she replied before turning around, leaning over and grabbing the triangle rack from the side of the table.

"Should only take a minute." she said cheerfully as he watched her go to work, quickly racking the balls like a pro. . .

A few seconds later she stood at the top of the table, everything lined up and ready to go.

"How did you. . .that was so fast." he breathed, unable to keep the awe out of his voice as she grinned at him.

"Huge compliment coming from you. Now do you want to break or should I?" she asked.

"I. . uh. . .you can. You can break." Barry said weakly. Somehow he felt like it wasn't going to make much of a difference who went first, as it appeared that his chances of winning were growing slimmer and slimmer by the minute.

"Alright, if you insist." Caitlin replied, Barry watching as she got ready to break.

She leaned over the table, placing her left hand on the surface and then resting the pool cue on top of her hand, between her thumb and index finger. She took a minute to eye the shot before drawing the pool cue back. Then in one swift motion, she released it, the cue flying forwards as it made heavy contact with the cue ball. The cue ball shot forward like a rocket, travelling in a straight line as it slammed into the racked balls, dispersing them across the table. Barry watched as three of the balls dropped into the pockets, two solids and a stripe.

Caitlin slowly stood up from the shot as she looked over at him, smiling triumphantly.

This was not going to end well for him. . .