"Marshall, for the love of God, I did not come on to you!" Robin laughed, trying to find a comfortable spot on the arm of the couch. The apartment was full of some kind of marching band from California. Ted had drunkenly tried to explain this to her in a story that seemed to involve him and Barney buying a bar called Puzzles (which she hoped wasn't true) and she'd just given him a glassy eyed smile and told herself that she would put salt in his coffee the next morning.
The apartment was heaving. But still, it wasn't as if she had to get up for work in the morning.
"Admit it, Robin!" Marshall...
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