Peachy

TWO

Part of rewrite

chapter finished at 1 April 2021, 3:58 AM

After their little showdown at the jewellery shop, flirting with the Scarlet Speedster totally intended, Leonard Snart had found himself at Saints and Sinners. Well, the local bar was more sinners than saints but that was the way he liked it. Len didn't need some goody-two-shoes all up in his business or calling the cops. Cops always gave the place a wide berth, so really, no need to bring them there. It wasn't as if he conducted much business in the little dive bar either. He kept his plans solely to his numerous safe-houses. But no, the people that came to Saints and Sinners knew better than to mess with Captain Cold. Even so after he'd been out of the game for a little while.

None of his former criminal partners knew what had happened, even when they lived in a city as crazy as Central City where apparently giant psychic gorilla's were normal. But that meant no one knew he had 'died' either. Getting scattered across the timeline wasn't fun and he was lucky that he'd been fucked up enough already to not bear too much of the after effects. At least, now. At first it had been rather difficult, and he wouldn't admit it to anyone, but the support of the crew had really helped him. Now he was back on his usual tracks though. Well, for the most part.

Len sighed and took a sip from his beer. Honestly, he hadn't known what had come over him today, wanting to flirt with the speedster like that. He'd noticed before how the brunette had blushed at his quips and the smirks he so often sent his way when conversing in banter, but he never flirted with him before. It was new and it had felt good. Okay, so maybe it wasn't a secret that Len let his eyes travel up and down Barry's suit multiple times before. And well, the kid was cute in a physically attractive kind of way. Not that he'd ever speak those words aloud to anyone but Barry himself that one time. Speaking of said speedster; his bottle had barely hit the wooden surface of the table again when the bell at the entrance of the dive bar jingled. Out the corner of his eye, Len could see a familiar mop of brown hair belonging to one Barry Allen who was completely and utterly out of his place there. Len couldn't think of any reason why the speedster would be here, except if he were looking for him. They'd had a meeting here before, were he'd saddled Barry with the check. The dynamic had been different then, though, so his night might yet become more interesting.

Barry was now awkwardly making his way tho where Len was seated in the back; his usual, dark corner. The kid stopped in front of the booth and shuffled awkwardly. Probably deciding if he should sit down or not. Len let out a slightly amused huff.

"Alright, sit down, Scarlet," He told the him, a honest to god smile tugging at his lips when he saw Barry live up to his nickname once again.

The speedster did sit down though.

"Er, hi," Barry greeted him, still not completely at ease.

If Len hadn't know that he was the Flash, he would've deducted Barry to be nervous around all the criminal types that currently occupied the bar. But he did know, just like he knew Barry could hold his own against all of them. Except maybe himself, the infamous Captain Cold. So he knew it must be something else and he could probably make a good wager as to what it was. Him. It wasn't that him being dangerous made the kid fidget around here, but what had transpired between them earlier that evening. It wasn't exactly what he had aimed for when he'd decided on some playful flirting but how was he to know that Barry was such a bouncing ball of nerves.

"Yes, hello. Now what do I owe this visit to?" He drawled out the question. It wasn't his real voice. It was a facade fitting to the cold and calculating persona he was supposed to be. His real voice held a softer edge to it, less irritated and nasal, but you only heard that one when he let his guard down. And Len did not let his guard down. Not to anyone but Lisa and Mick, at least.