InsaneJournal

Who: Sara Lance and Leonard Snart
What: Sara's cranky
Where: Her house
When: Late Friday
Warnings: tbd
Status: closed/complete


Being on crutches was getting incredibly annoying. For all the years Sara spent as an assassin, a vigilante, and a time-traveling superhero, she'd never actually fractured a bone or been injured in a way that side lined her for very long and patience was not one of her virtues. She kept forgetting about her injury and trying to do things that she really shouldn't because they caused pain and probably extended the time she was going to need to heal.

Which happened this evening when they ran out of a particular brand of whiskey and she decided to try and restock herself instead of asking for help. Luckily she hadn't dropped the booze, but her ankle was throbbing and she actually headed out before the club closed at the insistence of several of her employees.

By the time Leonard came home, she was in an exceptionally foul mood, seated on the couch with a half empty bottle of whiskey, her foot propped up on a pillow on the coffee table. She was so cranky that it didn't even phase her that she thought of it as Leonard 'coming home' despite the fact that he technically hadn't moved in. Yet.

"Any issues?" she asked.