Barney's fingers scrambled at the locked door to his suit room, before he gave up and started pounding away at the door. His bath towel was slipping down his hips, he couldn't find his hair gel or comb so he could eliminate any trace of cute, and Lily was just standing there, her arms folded across her chest. "Open it, Aldrin!" he whined, pointing at the door.
"Like hell," Lily said, holding up the hangers of Ted clothes again. "You're going to wear normal clothes as part of your therapy. It's for your own damn good."
"I'd rather go nude."
"Like hell you're going nude."
"What are you doing?"
Lily pulled out her cell phone and made a big show of turning it on. "Calling Marshall... I think it's time for slap number four. Actually as slap bet commissioner, I think by continuing to disrespect the slap bet commissioner, your five total slaps have now become fifteen."
Barney's cheek twitched. "Fine... I'll wear the Ted Clothes." He grabbed the shirt and jeans from her. "My slap count is still two left, right?"
"Try twelve."
"You're not taking it back?" Barney looked crestfallen.
Do Not Piss off the Slap Bet Commissioner Ever!
Date: 2009-05-21 06:37 pm (UTC)"Like hell," Lily said, holding up the hangers of Ted clothes again. "You're going to wear normal clothes as part of your therapy. It's for your own damn good."
"I'd rather go nude."
"Like hell you're going nude."
"What are you doing?"
Lily pulled out her cell phone and made a big show of turning it on. "Calling Marshall... I think it's time for slap number four. Actually as slap bet commissioner, I think by continuing to disrespect the slap bet commissioner, your five total slaps have now become fifteen."
Barney's cheek twitched. "Fine... I'll wear the Ted Clothes." He grabbed the shirt and jeans from her. "My slap count is still two left, right?"
"Try twelve."
"You're not taking it back?" Barney looked crestfallen.
"Nope..." Lily shook her head.
"Damnit!"