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[Eddie's grin widens, and his eyes are bright as Cisco says he can't wait to regret this tomorrow, and he laughs softly.]

Right?

[He snags a chip himself, and reaches for two of the shots, plunking one down in front of each of them. He raises a brow, and picks up the salt shaker, giving Cisco a pointed look.]

Go on. Lick.

[ "Go on. Lick." How three syllables can make his stomach flip like that is beyond him, but there it is. He grins, though, and licks the side of his hand and reaches for the salt shaker. ]

Here's to bad decisions.

[Eddie's enjoying the moment too much to notice any hesitation or edge to Cisco's grin, he just watches with a slightly wicked expression as he licks the side of his hand and takes the shaker from him.

When Cisco's done, he takes it and repeats the action, sliding his tongue against the side of his hand and then shaking salt on.]

To tomorrow's regrets.

[He licks the salt from his hand, and downs his first shot, scoops up a lime and pops it in his mouth after, sucking at it. The smile in his eyes is obvious.]

[ Cisco follows suit, shaking his head when the lime is spent. He kind of wish he had beer left for a chaser, but nachos will have to do. ]

Damn! You didn't go for the cheap stuff, huh?

[Eddie shoots Cisco a little grin as he watches him suck the lime, and this is nice. It's really nice, to be out with a friend, doing shots, having fun on a Friday night. It's been a while since he had the time or the friends to do this kind of thing. Everything had kind of been a struggle since he left Keystone.]

What? Hell no. [A little grin.] Seriously, they're 'cheer up Cisco' shots. You deserve the good stuff.

Thanks, man. I think I really needed this.

[ He's already feeling the buzz from his first two beers, and his throat and stomach are warm from the spreading heat of the tequila. His smile comes easier, everything a little softer around the edges now. ]

So, hey, how was your day?

Good. And I better catch up to you, man.

[Eddie's feeling a bit of a buzz too, but he's also fully aware that Cisco has a couple beers on him. Taking a long pull from his, he raises a brow just a little.]

Oh, just long. I worked both jobs today, so I'm pretty beat.

Man, I can't believe you manage to do both. You're like, a superhero, even if you didn't have powers.

[ He's not kidding. Cisco absolutely admires that even though Eddie would be well within reason to stick to just one job, he works his ass off for both. Just one more thing that adds up to Cisco's horrible crush. ]

[Eddie laughs and it's rich and honest, shaking his head a little as he downs half his beer, throat bobbing as he gulps it, then runs his tongue over his lower lip. He's a little flushed, now, both at Cisco's compliment and the first buzzing hints of intoxication.]

Oh please. I'm just a cop. And if I left the hospital, I'd miss all the people there. I mean. The nurses always tell me they feel safer with me around.

[His eyes are bright, and he shrugs, then finishes his beer and pulls two more shots over.]

I'm gonna grab another beer. This microbrew is really good. You want one?

Just a cop, uh-huh. And I bet the nurses feel safer with you around.

[ There's an eyebrow waggle that accompanies his comment that definitely implies the nurses are getting something other than just safety out of the bargain. Hell, if his job had the added bonus of getting to watch Eddie Thawne stand around in uniform, he'd feel "safer", too. ]

Yeah, sure. Thanks.

[Eddie laughs, and shakes his head.]

Yeah yeah, I know they're flirting. [The smile stays in place, and he stands up, going around the table and nudging Cisco's shoulder with his hand.] Don't worry, I only have eyes for you.

[It's jocular, teasing, but there's a certain level of truth to it - Eddie isn't really looking for a relationship with a woman right now. Every time he thinks about it, he thinks of Iris and the thought hurts. Right now, his friendships are far more important.

He's back in a few minutes with two beers, and sets one down in front of Cisco.]

So. Second shot, or do you wanna wait?

[ Teasing or not, that brings heat to Cisco's cheeks, and makes his stomach flip again in a way that has nothing to do with the alcohol. He's still a little flushed when Eddie comes back, but he tries to cover it by gulping down a mouthful of beer. ]

I'm good, let's do this.

[ Because doing shots is easier than thinking about the warm feeling Eddie flirting with him gives him. He knows nothing's going to come of it. He knows Eddie still misses Iris and everything they had that he gave up to save their friends back home. And that just makes him feel like kind of a bad friend for lusting after him. ]

You're a brave man.

[The flush on Cisco's cheeks could be easy to miss under the half-light, but Eddie's observant, he's paying attention. But he also figures Cisco's probably just half-drunk and that's why he's feeling a little warm, resolves to grab him a glass of water next time he's up at the bar.

Eddie can't help being a little clueless - he's still not used to being the object of crushes, and aside from the pretty blatant flirting from the nurses, he doesn't usually detect them. So he simply licks his hand, eyes on Cisco's face and a smile playing around the corners of his mouth, and sprinkles salt on it before handing the shaker over.]

Alright. Let's do this thing.

[ He can't help but watch Eddie's tongue dart out over his hand, but he shakes himself a little, internally. He's being pathetic, there's no reason why he should ruin a fun night out with his friend by pining like this. So he licks and salts his hand, clinks shots with Eddie, and downs it, sucking a lime and chasing the whole thing with his beer as he sets the shot glass down. ]

Cheers!

[Eddie takes his shot with Cisco, sucks his lime and takes a swig of his beer afterward, exhaling heavily. The second shot hit him hard, and his head is spinning a little.]

Wow. I am seriously feeling this. And I can't tell if you're just better at keeping a straight face drunk than I am or if you're just better at holding your alcohol than I am.

[After all, Cisco is smaller than him and has drunk more - he should be way more drunk, but he looks like the same cheerful Cisco. For a moment, Eddie stares at him, brows drawn together in the middle, considering him and how he's smaller and his hair looks nice, then he forces a little smile.

[ Cisco considers this for a second as the second shot settles. ]

...Nope. I'm definitely kinda drunk.

[ There's a brief delay, one that belies that, yeah, his processing speed is a little slower than normal, but then he bursts into a grin and laughs. ]

I think shot number three should probably wait, huh? Whoo.

[ He helps himself to more nachos. His head is a little swimmy after that last one, and he can feel the heat in his cheeks that's not from blushing this time. ]

...Man, we should totally do this more often. Maybe not the, yknow, the tequila, but beer and nachos? We deserve beer and nachos!

[Eddie's brow raises a little, and his head tilts, which leaves him feeling like he's swaying a little in place even though he's not quite moving. Cisco's grin and laugh as he announces that he's drunk and they should wait on the third shot is cute, as is the way he says 'whoo' in that dizzy tone before going for the nachos again.

He doesn't quite realize he's just staring at Cisco and grinning a little, or that the moment drags on for a long time, until after Cisco's finished his chips and commented that they should do this more often. Giving his head a little shake, he inhales sharply, catching his breath.]

Wow, yeah it should. And we should, too.

[It takes them about a half hour to sober up enough to take that last shot, and then another hour to get sober enough to walk home without shamelessly stumbling everywhere, and they spend the time chatting about work and mutual friends and nothing else in particular. As they're heading into the house, Eddie gets swamped with a wave of loneliness and reaches out to tug at Cisco's sleeve.]

Hey, what's that video game we played last time we were doing pizza and beer and you had people over? I wanna play that.

[ Even though they waited to sober up enough to walk, Cisco was still weaving a little, and he wound up bumping into Eddie a fair few times on the quick walk home, one time even full on tripping, laughing as he catches himself on Eddie, bracing a hand on his abs. And hey, if he lingered a little, who could blame him?

When they get home, Cisco's admittedly in a better mood than he was when he left work, but he's even happier when Eddie catches the sleeve of his hoodie before Cisco can disappear up into his room alone. ]

Smash Bros! Man, I love that game, especially when I'm drunk.

[It's easy to tell that Cisco's a little further gone than him while they walk home, because Cisco is weaving far more than he is, stumbles and braces against him, and Eddie registers that Cisco's hand presses against his belly, stays there longer than is necessarily required.

He doesn't mind. Not even a little, and, in fact, he's grinning as they keep walking. It's been a while since he had someone do something like that, that sort of lingering touch that implies things about how they're looking at him and thinking about him. Drunk as he is, it doesn't bother him that it's Cisco, he isn't worrying about the friendship.

When Cisco says he loves playing that game drunk, Eddie nods abruptly, and gives Cisco's sleeve another little tug.]

Fire it up? I'm gonna get out of my jeans, I'll meet you in your room?

[It's a testament to how starved for affection and companionship he is that he so bluntly invites himself up to Cisco's room, without much semblance of manners.]

Uh, yeah...

[ It takes Cisco's alcohol-fogged mind a moment to realize that Eddie's going to put other pants on before meeting him in his room. He starts to head for the stairs, then doubles back to the kitchen to grab a couple of glasses with ice, and a bottle of the first hard liquor he lands his hands on: whiskey. This is a good idea, right?

He's sprawled lazily across his bed, eyes closed and head leaned back against an arm tucked behind his head when Eddie comes in. Two controllers and the whiskey bottle are beside him on the bed, his TV playing the Start screen of the newest Smash Bros. game. ]

[Eddie heads up to his room and changes - slides on a thermal shirt with a hood and a pair of presentable sweatpants - heads to Cisco's room barefoot, knocks on the door before nudging it open and slipping inside with a little grin.

Cisco is sprawled on the bed with his arm behind his head and his eyes closed, and Eddie stares for a moment. He looks cute with the lights from the start menu playing over his face, his lashes making dark crescents against his cheeks. A moment later, he laughs, when he sees the bottle of whiskey and the glasses.

Crossing the room, he sits down on the bed and shakes his head.]

Really? More booze?

Hey, hey, that's the rules of Super Smashed Bros. You gotta drink if you lose.

[ He shuffles up into a sitting position and passes Eddie a controller, taking a moment to glance at him. He's always been really thankful that Eddie's casualwear of choice involves perfectly-fit thermal shirts. As much as Eddie rocks a well-tailored shirt, dressing down like this suits him, too. ]

Well, I better not lose then, considering how drunk I already am.

[For a moment, he sits up, one leg folded and the foot tucked under the knee of the opposite leg, then he leans backward on the pillows, offering Cisco a little grin. His shirt is a little wide-collared, and the position pulls the fabric a little, exposes half his collarbone, his necklace lying against his chest, outside the shirt.

He feels like maybe he's a little sexy, and he likes the feeling. Likes letting Cisco look at him.]

Then again, I think you might be a little worse off than me. Less body mass, more alcohol.

Definitely less body mass...

[ He didn't entirely mean to say that out loud, but okay, he's just blatantly checking Eddie out at this point. He feels like he's being stealthy about it, but he's flushed and fantasizing about putting his mouth on that exposed collarbone. He licks his lips, then bites his lip and looks away, his head spinning a little. ]

So, uh—[ He pauses, clearing his throat. ]

I'm the reigning champion, obviously, so you can pick your character first.

[Eddie has not had enough alcohol to miss the way Cisco is looking at him when he says that, or the way he licks then bites at his mouth and looks away from him before moving on to the next topic. And for a moment, Eddie's mind goes empty while the connotations of the look, the comment, sink in.

And he doesn't mind. He should, but he doesn't. He actually likes it, the attention, Cisco's eyes on him.

Shifting against the bed, he tilts his head and smiles at Cisco, shrugging a little.]

Right. Pick my character.

[He selects the first one that catches his eye - Link, on pure aesthetics, nothing really serious.]

There. And you know what? I think we should up the ante a little, though. Just a drink isn't enough.