Lisa Snart & Open (Multiples welcome)
Fireworks. They really were kind of a childish notion, weren't they? Yet, here she was, at the park around dusk, waiting to watch a few colorful explosions light of the sky. Go figure. Hypocrite to the max, but Lisa could not find the energy to care at the moment. For one, it was hot as hell out and she'd been forced out of her normal leather jacket and skinny jeans in favor of sinfully short shorts and a tight tank top completed with healed sandals that allowed her to show off a fresh pedicure. And another? Her brother wasn't here to enjoy any of this with and despite Snart being Snart, she knew he would have come to this and enjoyed the firework display with her even if he used the ruse that he was there to protect her.
That was the bigger of the two reasons. She was watching a firework show alone and it sucked big time. Even bozo Barry Allen had a few people to chat up or whatever. Lisa had no one and thus, it was her, a mixed drink, and the fading sunlight at the moment.