Hey guys, just had this idea floating around in my head about how the bar scene could have played out a little differently in Season One, Episode 12- Crazy for You. The first season of the Flash made me a huge SnowBarry fan, and since the second season has been lacking in that department, I decided to go back and write a story when things look a tad more optimistic for the unlikely couple. Hope you enjoy!

The Press Box. . .

Barry sat at a table in the bar nursing a drink as he was waiting for Caitlin to arrive. He'd also ordered one for her for when she got here, as he'd wanted to treat her to her first drink. When he'd talked to her earlier, she'd mentioned rushing home quickly for a minute to change into something more comfortable. He'd tried to reassure her that whatever she was wearing would have been fine but she'd sounded so excited to get "dressed up" that he'd ended up giving in, telling her that he'd just meet her here.

After their little chat about their lack of social lives, he knew that she was eager to just get out for a night, so who was he to burst her bubble? Besides, he'd never really seen Caitlin let down her hair before. He had to admit that he was a bit curious to see that side of her.

"Everybody's working for the weekend. . .Everybody wants a new romance. . ."

Barry's attention turned towards the man on stage as he belted out the lyrics to Working for the Weekend by Loverboy. A smile spread across Barry's face as the guy was completely drunk. Those who attempted karaoke in public usually were.

In a way he envied the guy, being that intoxicated that he didn't have a care in the world. What he'd give for the ability to get drunk, especially after the whole disaster with Iris tonight. How many times was it going to take him to realize she was never going to feel the same way?

Letting out a deep breathe, he turned his attention towards the entrance of the bar just in time to see Caitlin walk in, watching as she looked around nervously. After a few seconds of searching, she spotted him and he gave her a smile. She beamed back happily at him as she made her way over to his side.

"Hey Barry." She greeted as he leaned back in his seat, looking her over as he was momentarily rendered speechless, a stunned look on his face.

God she looked incredible! She was wearing a short, sparkly black dress with ¾ length sleeves and a pair of killer black heels that showed off her long, slender legs. Her brown hair hung loose, falling in waves past her shoulders, her eyes sparkling in excitement as she was carrying a clutch in her right hand.

It wasn't like he hadn't noticed that she was pretty before, he'd have to have been blind not to but he'd been so caught up in his Iris obsession that he hadn't really thought of her as anything else but a good friend. This dress was definitely giving him unfriendly thoughts at the moment however. . .

"What?" She asked, a concerned looked on her face as he snapped out of his trance, realizing he'd been too busy gawking at her to respond, his face going slightly red. This was Caitlin for Pete's sake! He shouldn't be looking at her like this ever, let alone when he had feelings for Iris. She was his friend, that was it. That was were he was drawing the line. Now he just needed to come up with a way to compliment her without sounding too awkward.

"Oh um, it's just. . .you look really nice." He stammered out, watching a slight blush rise to her face.

"I don't always dress like a high school principle." She teased as he chuckled, glad she was lightening the mood.

"So this is where Shawna Baez and Clay Parker liked to hang out." He said, changing the subject quickly so as to focus on work instead of how stunning Caitlin looked as Caitlin nodding her head.

"It is according to their files. I thought we could kill two birds with one stone." She said as he looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Look for them and get ourselves back out there." She said cheerfully as he smiled briefly at her optimism, the smile not quite making it all the way to his eyes. He wanted to move past Iris, he really did but it was just so hard since he'd harbored these feelings for her for forever. He wasn't sure if they'd ever go away. Apparently Caitlin picked up on his mood, reaching over as she placed a hand on his forearm.

"Barry, are you okay?" She asked gently as he nodded his head.

"It's just. . .I keep making the same mistake. Every time Iris falls I race to pick her up, thinking that one of these times things are gonna change but they're not. I'm just destined to be a friend." He said as she gave him a sympathetic smile.

"At least you're not pinning for someone who bursts into flame and wants nothing to do with you." She offered, the two of them looking at each other for a moment. Barry watched a small smile tug at her lips, both of them realizing how ridiculously complicated their love lives sounded as he broke into a laugh.

"What is wrong with us?! We're in our twenties, we should be having fun! We should meet people and go on lots of dates!" He said.

"Agreed! We need to stop dwelling on the past and just. . .move on whether we are ready to or not! We deserve to have some fun and I think I might have just to trick to help us out with that." Caitlin replied, opening her clutch as she withdrew two small vials of clear liquid, placing them on the table in front of them.

"Caitlin, what's this?" Barry asked, a hesitant look on his face as he watched her eyes light up with excitement.

"Okay, so you know how I tried to come up with a type of drink that would allow you to become intoxicated when we went out with Cisco awhile back?" She said.

"And it lasted all of two seconds, yeah I remember." Barry replied.

"Well, I was determined to create something that would work for you, given your rapid ability to process alcohol and I think I've finally managed it! I've been wanted to test it for a while and thought that tonight would be the perfect opportunity!" She said.

"Now I know it's not a guarantee or anything but I took a few more things into account this time, such as . . ." Caitlin began as Barry grabbed one of the vials, unscrewed the lid, knocked it back and set the empty vial back down on the table.

"Barry!" She reprimanded as she watched him blink a few times in rapid succession.

Barry felt the kick of the drink right away, his head swimming, vision blurring slightly as he looked over at Caitlin, whose disapproval had turned into anticipation, a hopeful look on her face.

"Well?" She asked.

"So far so good! I mean, I think it's working, I feel. . .I feel drunk! And it's actually lasting!" He managed to say, his speech slightly slurred as he was grinning like an idiot at her. His eyes widened as it hit him and he leaned over, grabbing her hands in his as he looked her directly in the eyes, a serious look on his face.

"Caitlin. . . .Caitlin you need to start drinking. There's no telling how long this is gunna last, we have to make it count!" He urged as she grabbed the drink in front of her, chugged it down in a matter of seconds and then slammed the empty glass down on the table.

"That's what I'm talking about!" He crowed, holding out his hand to her as they high-fived.

"To forgetting our problems!" Barry said

"Here, here!" Caitlin replied before turning around to look over at a waitress.

"Excuse me!" She called out as the waitress turning to look at her.

"I would like to start a tab!" She said, grinning broadly as the waitress nodding her head.

This was going to be a night to remember. . .