Who: Leonard Snart coldest & Sara Lance thecanary What: Work Visit When: Saturday, May 11, late night Where: Verdant Rating: Reader Discretion is Advised Warnings: Spoilers for Legends of Tomorrow. Leonard and Sara both think it's okay to use foul language, flirt with most things breathing, and then there's the possibility of kissing, touching, maybe even a little fondling. Leonard hopes at least. Status: Closed/Complete
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Verdant appeared to be a popular Madison Valley location. Leonard navigated the crowd with practiced ease; he kept his hands to himself in spite of all the patrons who seemed nearly desperate to give him their purses or wallets. The bar was packed, but there were empty stools scattered among the crowd and Leonard had never had a problem ensuring he was given his due space.
Sliding onto a stool, Leonard watched Sara among the rest of the staff as everyone moved to fill orders, speak with customers, and address each other in passing. It was almost like watching a dance. They were practiced at their positions to the point it seemed they were choreographed to be coordinated. He was fascinated enough to leave Sara to her work until she seemed to be slowing down enough to make it acceptable to raise a hand in her direction, waggling his fingers at her in a hello.
"I came to claim my free drink. I think I'll stay to watch you."
Snart was rarely an honest man. He had found it freeing during Beltane at the Den of Dionysus, but that was a special occasion. It was much more comfortable for him to rely on sarcasm, wit, and charm to make it through the rest of his encounters. Sara knew him well enough to be used to some of his tricks. She'd never seen him work a woman he really wanted though.
Come to that: Leonard wasn't certain he'd ever met a woman he really wanted.
Romance had been an adorable word for capturing conquests in his past. Leonard knew Sara wasn't better than him in that regard. They were both attracted to people whose personalities shone bright in a world otherwise incredibly dull. He only hoped they were doing more than playing cat-and-mouse with one another because he wasn't certain if he wanted to know which of them would end up being the cat and which the mouse.
"I'm partial to draft beer. American. As cold as you can get it. I'd also take company with that beer if you have the time to spare an old friend?"