In Keystone or Central City, whenever the Rogues (or even just a Rogue) rolled up to a bar, the owner and the patrons knew what the score was. As long as they kept themselves civil and stayed out of the way of the boys' way, everyone would be getting free drinks until dawn (and sometimes later). If they didn't keep a friendly demeanor, that was when things got ugly.
New York didn't know these unspoken laws; yet. But they would soon-- starting with this dive.
Len lit a cigarette as they got out of the car and started towards the bar, keeping his cold gun hidden beneath his coat. "Yeah. No gun, no wand. We do this the old fashioned way." Bar brawls were one thing-- they happened anywhere at any time. Bar brawls where hurricanes popped up inside of bars and people were frozen solid were rare enough to gain exactly the kind of attention that the Rogues were looking to avoid.
Plucking the cigarette out of his mouth as they walked in, Len looked towards the bartender and nodded, then looked around to the dozen of patrons.
Len turned to the bartender, "Get everyone a round on me." He said before turning back to the assortment of patrons, "Everyone who stays drinks for free the rest of the night." He said, getting off to a generous start, "But if you want to stay, here are the rules. Me and my friend run this place tonight. Go about whatever business you want, but we're looking to relax. The first time I have to stand up, someone is gonna be swallowing their own teeth. The second time I have to get up, bones are getting broken. If I have to get up a third time, you all need to run. We clear?" He asked, his tone brokering no argument.
Of course, this being the Rogues' first New York bar, most of the patrons thought this was pretty damn funny. One in particular got up and walked over, putting on his best intimidation face, "That's not how this is going to work." The man said.
Snart looked at him for a minute, taking another drag of his cigarette. Quietly, he reached over to lay his smoke in an unused ashtray. Exhaling the smoke out his nose, he turned back to the man. "Too bad." He said, then slammed his head forward, headbutting the protester in the nose. The impact made a sickening CRACK sound of the man's nose breaking-- and first blood belonged to the Rogues.