Barney wasn't attracted to men. Womanizer, smooth talker, gentleman (he liked to think so), and legen - wait for it - dary. There wasn't any room left in that description. But this one particular night at McLaren's was different.

Robin, Ted, Lily, and Marshall were all in their usual booth. Barney had just gotten up after spotting a pretty blonde thing near the bar when you arrived. You swooped in at just the right time to sweep her off her feet.

Barney looked at you, light confusion on his face before he chuckled. "Okay, hey, I saw her first, alright?" His drink was still in hand, but he almost dropped it once he got a better look at you. He couldn't compete and he knew it; but he was too stubborn. You had even suited up.