He felt his stomach drop and honest to god, he could have been sick then and there. This wad bad. Oh God, this was so bad. This was like his mom catching him in here level bad. "... Hartley?" Cisco felt the room spin a little and stumbled, too afraid to pull away and actually look behind him because he was pretty sure he was going to die if he did. "Oh God. Wake up, wake up." He hit himself in the face to try and get his reasoning back. This had to be like a bad dream. He spoke in Spanish now, as if it make it more private. "Wake up, Cisco, you are not grinding with your boss in a gay club. Wake up and go pray for your fucking soul, idiot."
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He felt his stomach drop and honest to god, he could have been sick then and there. This wad bad. Oh God, this was so bad. This was like his mom catching him in here level bad. "... Hartley?" Cisco felt the room spin a little and stumbled, too afraid to pull away and actually look behind him because he was pretty sure he was going to die if he did. "Oh God. Wake up, wake up." He hit himself in the face to try and get his reasoning back. This had to be like a bad dream. He spoke in Spanish now, as if it make it more private. "Wake up, Cisco, you are not grinding with your boss in a gay club. Wake up and go pray for your fucking soul, idiot."