Robin says, "Well maybe there is. I -- I mean, of course there is. That kind of stuff just doesn't disappear without a trace." Ted looks at her, almost like he thinks she's playing him. Robin protests that she's not just a guest, there. Ted agrees, but adds although they used to date, they both moved on and got what they wanted. He's getting married and Robin's got her dream job in Tokyo, "And they all lived happily ev--" She stops him. "I quit my job. I thought I wanted that job, but I want to come back to my real life, and I think you should go back to yours." Ted isn't sure what she means by that. Have you ever been as tired as Robin, when all you want to do is stop talking and go to sleep, but in your exhaustion, you've lost track of where your off button is, and can't stop talking? It may not surprise you to learn that's happened to me. Robin looks Ted squarely in the eyes. "Don't get married." Oh, my. Now Ted really looks like he thinks she's playing him. Robin continues: "Look, you're rushing into this. It's like you're trying to skip ahead to the end of the book. Ted, you're the most romantic guy I know. You stole a blue French horn for me. You tried to make it rain."
"I did make it rain."
"It was a coincidence! But after all that, this is how your great romantic quest comes to an end? You're just disappearing into someone else's wedding, someone else's home, someone else's life, without a second thought. That's not the amazing ending you deserve. That's not Ted Mosby." That was awesome. Ted sees it differently. "I love Stella. She's the one. If you really feel that way, I guess it's a good thing you're not coming to the wedding after all." Fight, you bastards! I hate peace! Ah, no. Ted's had enough. He stalks off, and Robin heads to the bar. The bartender overheard their fight, so he pours her a shot on the house. She tells him to keep it coming, and downs it in one. Then she tastes it. "Oh God, do not keep them coming."
Sideways slide to Robin knocking on the door to one of the rooms. Barney seems to be rising to his feet as he opens the door, and his shirt is wide open. He's surprised to see Robin. She tells him she's had a horrible day. She's snuck in some Scotch from the duty-free store and wants to know if Barney will join her for a drink. Of course he does, nearly as much as he wants to close his door. "Let's go to your room, far away from this room, and we can knock it back." Robin explains that she doesn't have a room and was hoping she could stay with him. Barney says, "No problem. I just... have to... straighten up a little bit. I've got some clothes on the floor, and..." Robin looks over his shoulder into his room. "And a naked girl tied to your headboard." Barney doesn't miss a beat. "...Towels all over the bathroom. It's a mess. So, anyway, give me ten minutes to get the place in order." Robin looks down at the floor and in a flat, angry voice says, "See you, Barney." She walks off without looking back. No joy on her face, because how dare he be with another woman just when she wanted to use him. Don't get me wrong, I love this development, but her anger is deliciously unfair. Barney tries to think of something to get her back, but it's a lost cause. He closes his eyes and leans on the door frame, and I thank Neil Patrick Harris for not waxing his chest. Nora struts down the hallway, bottle of champagne in hand. Barney is surprised to see her. "Okay, let's do this." She, too, looks over his shoulder, points into his room, and says, "Who the Hell is that?" Barney says it's the girl from the front desk. Maybe she is a dirty hippie. Nora smiles, looks down, and walks past him into his room. He exhales sharply and closes the door before anyone can get away. Tricycle time.