The Flash ~ Girls Night Out ~ Part Two

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Everyone save Ralph stared in complete shock at where the private investigator had taken them. "Doesn't it just take your breath away?" Ralph grinned.

"And now this is where I know my past is haunting me," Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "Strip club. Great."

"Gentlemen, I welcome you to the Golden Booty," Ralph announced, leading them inside.

"There ain't nothing golden about of this," Joe shook his head.

"Nope," Ralph said cheerfully. "Came through for you, right, man?"

"He does know that over half this group is taken, right?" Cisco couldn't help but whisper.

"What do you think?" Ralph grinned at the others.

"I'm thinking it's going to be really bad if this gets out," Oliver grimaced.

"I think I should have brought some hand sanitizer," Cisco admitted.

Harry pulled out a bottle, squirted a portion into his hand, then put some on Cisco's. "Always come prepared," he said.

"Oh, yes," Cisco sighed in relief as Oliver silently held out his own hand, Harry giving him a bit, too.

"Ralph, this isn't really my speed," Barry looked around, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Speed jokes?" Ralph huffed. "You're better than that, Allen."

One stripper passed by and gave a seductive smile, running a hand over Ralph's chest. "Hey, Ralphy," she purred before walking off.

"Uh," Harry stopped, frowning. "Disney, you're a regular at this joint?"

"Oh," Ralph scoffed, walking over to a picture frame nearby. "So much more than that." All the others raised eyebrows when they saw the picture was of Ralph. "The girls may not be bottomless, but for yours truly, the French fries always are."

Harry grimaced, but a voice behind them made them turn. "Golden Booty policy," the black man told them. "Now, out of respect for the ladies, no touching, no pictures, no video . . . " He held out a basket. "And no cell phones."

"What?" Cisco blinked.

Harry immediately handed his over, followed by Joe. "I need a drink," Joe mumbled, following Harry to the bar.

"Yeah, me, too," Oliver sighed, dropping his phone in as well.

"I wish I could have a drink," Barry grumbled, he and Cisco dropping their phones in next, Ralph the last to do so.

"Bruh, do you really think I'd let you down like that?" Cisco raised an eyebrow, whipping out a vial with a bright red-orange liquid in it. "A special concoction. Guaranteed to give you that gentle, pleasant buzz

"What if we need the Flash?" Barry frowned.

"I volunteer to be designated superhero," Cisco shrugged.

"Make that two," Oliver nodded at Cisco. "Barry, I might not like where we are, but it's party. Enjoy it a little, at least."

"Go for it, Bar," Joe agreed as Barry hesitantly sniffed the drink. "You deserve it."

Barry sighed, then nodded. "To Barry and Iris?" Cisco raised his drink.

"To Barry and Iris," the others joined in, clinking their glasses together.

***

"They're not picking up," Iris said worriedly as she looked at her phone, Kara biting her lip when Oliver didn't answer either.

"What the hell just happened?" Cecille demanded as they walked through the cortex. "Who was that Medusa man?"

"You know that is not a Cisco-approved name," Felicity shook her head.

"Don't worry about who that was," Killer Frost shook her head, walking over to a corner nearby, rolling her eyes. "Caitlin's taste in clothes is matched only by her taste in men – both

"Wait, how are you . . . you?" Iris asked, watching Killer Frost plop a suitcase onto a table. "I thought Caitlin was cured."

"Caitlin shouldn't be keeping secrets from her friend," Killer Frost remarked, unzipping the suitcase before tilting her head. "You friends, right?"

"Yeah, of course we are," Iris blinked.

Killer Frost smirked. "Your was going out of town tonight."

"What?" Iris's eyes widened. "Why?"

"Because she got herself into something she couldn't handle."

"Where are you going?" Cecille asked with a frown.

"To find Norvock's boss and to kill her," Killer Frost said without an ounce of care in her voice as she unbuttoned the back of her shirt.

"And you need a change of clothes for that because – ?" Kara began, only to whip around when Killer Frost tugged her shirt over her head. "OK, turning around!"

"Whoa!" Felicity flung up her hands as the rest of them turned. "Whoa! OK, apparently somebody doesn't have boundary issues!"

"Uh, OK, girls, can I talk to you in the cortex?" Iris whispered.

The four of them went through the door, and Felicity hissed, "Can we take it back for a minute? Since when did her superpowers make her a

"She is a villain, OK?" Iris glared.

"I remember being kidnapped by her last year," Cecille frowned.

"What?" Felicity squeaked.

"Yeah," Cecille nodded.

"OK, yes, but that is because she was being manipulated by Savitar, and in the end, we wouldn't have been able to stop him without her," Iris said, making Cecille sigh. "Look, I know that there is some good in there."

"I get it," Cecille sighed. "Technically, Caitlin is underneath all of that somewhere, but is still dangerous."

"And she is also our friend, OK?" Iris frowned. "I am not just gonna abandon our teammate."

"Fine," Cecille nodded. "I'm coming with you."

"No!" Iris immediately shook her head. "Cecille, you're pregnant!"

"And your father will kill me if you get killed at your own bachelorette party!"

"That is come crazy logic," Felicity turned to Iris. "And that means I'm in, too."

"And since I'm the only one with powers out of the four of us, I'm coming, too," Kara nodded.

"Oh, great," Iris scowled. "Happy bachelorette."