Leonard and Open
Of course Leonard had come to watch Sara battle it out with the other town's residence in what was dubbed 'Fight Night.' Her fighting skills and the way she handled herself under pressure, in the heat of the moment, were things that drew the thief towards her like a moth to flame. She was beautiful, effortless in a fight, and it was clear that being trapped in this small town had snatched none of that skill away. Good.
Part of Leonard was tempted to compete, but he wasn't a fighter. He could hold his own in a fight if he had to, but Snart preferred to be the brains of any operation. It was always Mick that donned the mantel of brawler. Leonard was merely the one who happened to order him to do it. Of course there their friendship went further than Mick being the muscle of the operation, but that did cater to who Mick was. He liked violence and he enjoyed anything that allowed him to set something on fire.
Leonard was merely the person designated to control that blaze. And given how scary his friend could be? It was a good thing Leonard was that designated individual. Thoughts of his friend mildly depressed Snart and he went to the bar area to order a beer. Finding a seat, he sipped it and allowed his blue eyes to skim over the many faces, his mind easily memorizing them all.