Who: Sara and Snart What: Snart comes in for a drink When: Recently Where: The Double Tap Ratings/Warnings: Low/none Status: Complete
It had been a long day of cleaning toilets and picking pockets for Leonard Snart. He needed to relax with a cold one. It was a pretty damn good way to end the day if you asked him, before he went back to his shitty studio apartment. But hey, it beat a jail cell.
Snart walked into the first dive bar he saw. He made his way right up to the bar taking a seat before he realized he recognized the bartender. It had been awhile ago but she had certainly made an impression. Not many were able to catch him picking a pocket, and no one had ever been able to stop him before. At least not since he was a teenager. Snart had to admit he was impressed.
“I’ll take the best beer you have on tap,” he told her a small smirk on his face.
There was something familiar about the voice that ordered a beer, but Sara couldn’t quite place it until she turned around. The friendly smile that had been on her face faded immediately when she saw who it was. The last thing she wanted was some thief in her bar. She’d have to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn’t try making off with any of her actual customer’s wallets.
This was the last thing she needed when she was just now returning to work. She briefly entertained the thought of just throwing him out on his ass, but she suspected that Dan might not be too pleased with that. So instead, she poured him a pint of the worst beer they had on tap. “That’ll be $4.50,” she said cooly.
Snart pulled out a $5 bill. “Keep the change,” he told her taking a sip of the beer, a frown forming on his face. That was not at all what he had in mind. “Actually, I’ll take that back.” He really hoped that wasn’t the best they had on tap.
“No refunds,” Sara said, dropping the bill into the cash register and tossing the extra .50 into the tip jar. “But if you don’t like it, you could always just leave.”
“What kind of bartender are you?” Snart questioned leaving his beer on top the bar for now. “Aren’t you supposed to want to keep customers around?” That was the motto of any good business. The whole point was to make more money after all.
“Yeah, the paying ones,” Sara said, leaning on the bar. “Keeping the riff raff out is also in my job description. I doubt my other customers keep coming around if they left here without their wallets.”
“I did pay,” Snart reminded her. And she had even given herself a tip that he had asked to take back. It was bad enough he had to pay for the horrible glass of beer. Though it was better than what he got in prison - which was nothing.
Snart held up his hands in defense, showing no stolen wallets. Though of course he could have snuck some into his pocket, but he hadn’t. “I make it a point not to work where I drink.” Because picking pockets was work in a way.
Sara gave him a long stare for a moment, and then sighed. “Fine, you win,” she conceded. She didn’t know Snart well but he didn’t seem like a complete idiot, and ‘working where you drank’ as he had so eloquently put it was the work of an idiot. Especially when you’d already tried to pickpocket the bartender before. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you though.”
Snart just smirked. He did like winning. “Can’t say I blame you,” he replied smirk still on his face, implying that the reason she would keep an eye on him was because he was nice to look at. Not at all because she knew he was a theif.
Sara rolled her eyes with an audible ‘ugh.’ The last thing she needed was a crook like this flirting with her.
From the other end of the bar, Agatha called for a refill, and Sara was more than happy to make an escape to pour her one, though she was less than happy about Agatha’s unsolicited opinion on how good looking he was. Even still, Sara kept an eye on him from the corner of her eye like she promised she would.
Snart took his time drinking the beer, because well it didn’t taste all that great. But also he was trying to make a point to the bartender. Once his drink was done he stood up, winking at the blonde before making his exit.