"Sara?" Her eyes shot open at the sound of his voice, but she wondered if she was just imagining it. It was 3am after all. "Sara... you up?"
She shifted under her blanket and turned towards the voice. Her eyes adjusted to the light coming from the hall way that leaked through the door. She just about made out a dark figure leaning against the wall.
"Snart? Is that you? What are you doing here it's like 3 in the morning?" Her voice was as clear as day, which Leonard picked up on; if she was asleep wouldn't she sound weird?
"I couldn't sleep. And it seems you couldn't either."
"What makes you think that?" she pushed the blanket away from her body and sat up against the wall. He tilted his head to the side.
"Sara Lance. You should know by now I'm very good at observing other people" He smirked as he made his way to where she was sat. It was quite dark but the light hit him perfectly when he leaned against the bed so that she could look straight into his glowing eyes.
"Are you okay?" She didn't bother replying to his cocky remark, she was actually concerned about the crook.
"I could ask you the same thing Assassin." She shied away from his intense stare, as much as she loved looking into his eyes, she couldn't help but feel as though she was under a microscope whenever he looked at her like that. She couldn't seem to think of a response to what he just said, so he continued. "I'm okay, just traumatic childhood memories can really hinder you're sleeping patterns, even after you've killed the cause of them."
She was almost taken aback by the sudden insight into his childhood he gave her, if it wasn't for the way he said it, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. She looked up at him again, straight into his piercing stare. It was then she saw a flicker of something in his eye; something she had never seen in his before... sadness. He too must have felt under a microscope as he dipped his head away from the light and away from her.
"Leonard, I'm sorry..." his head shot back up and he immediately stopped her.
"Hey, Sara. Do not pity me. What good will it do." She nodded in understanding. "Let's just... umm..."
"Drink!" Sara jumped off her bed and headed straight for the cabinet on the other side of her room. Snart's eyes followed her as she pulled a bottle out of her draw and made her way back over to him.
"It's like you read my mind Assassin. What would I do without you?" She handed him the bottle of vodka after taking a swig herself and wincing at the burn as it poured down her throat. He took it straight from her and did the same.
"Play cards on your own maybe." She winked at him as he gave her back the bottle which made him smile, well smirk. "So are we just going to sit here and get drunk?" She asked him as he hoisted himself onto the bed next to her.
"That sounds good to me. I'm not going to get any sleep tonight but alcohol will help me in the morning." He quipped and took the bottle again. Sara on the other hand had just drunk a bit too much too quickly and felt the affects almost immediately.
"Ummm... yesssss!" Her head fell onto his shoulder. "You're father was a dick, Lenny"
Snart chuckled at the tipsy girl sat beside him. She wasn't usually a lightweight, she did drink Mick under the table once. But she hadn't eaten in a while and she was very tired- neither of which mixed well with straight vodka. He too started feeling the affects of the alcohol that he was pouring down his throat.
"He was, but he's gone now so we don't have to worry about him anymore."
"I don't think you're a bad guy Lenny, so what you murdered you're shitty excuse of a father, he deserved it. I can see the hero under that leather jacket." She was definitely not sober now, she'd never openly compliment him.
"I'm not a hero Sara."
"Yes you are!" She argued lifting her head off his shoulder and looking up to meet his eyes. He smiled on the inside, but didn't dare to show Sara how happy she made him.
"Let's just drink Sara." He said, lifting the bottle to his lips and drinking a bit more. She gave in and put her head back on his shoulder.
They spent the next few hours drinking and talking. The topic of Snart being a hero didn't come up again, they mainly talked about the rest of the crew: how annoying Rip was, how Mick and Amaya were totally going to get together sooner or later and occasionally Jax and how they needed to find him a girlfriend. This continued until Sara drank the last drop of vodka from the bottle.
"We're out." She exclaimed shaking the bottle upside.
"But it's only like 5 am, no one's awake yet." Sara suddenly jumped off the bed and started towards the door. Obviously she wasn't walking straight, she stumbled onto the sensor and the door opened. As Leonard got off the bed to follow her, she started walking down the hallway, heading in the direction of the gallery. "Sara, where are you going?"
"The gallery. I figured there might be some booze there, and if not we can at least get some food."
"Everyone's asleep you're going to wake them up" He started talking in loud whispers, even though the volume of what he was saying didn't change at all.
"Well be quiet then!" Sara's voice however, wasn't hushed at all but Snart just rolled his eyes and continued behind her to the gallery. When they got there, she went through every single cupboard and draw in search for alcohol; Leonard on the other hand just sat at the counter and ate a cupcake that he found in the fridge. "There's nothing here!"
"On the contrary, this cupcake is pretty good." She turned and scowled at him, which made him chuckle. But he stopped when she started storming towards him, and before he knew it, the cupcake in his hands was gone. Sara just grinned and licked the rest of the icing off the cake.
"Hmm... you're right crook, this is pretty good." She smirked at him and his face became unreadable. They were both still very drunk, so it may have been the alcohol that inclined him to say what he did.
"Well assassin, I would be halfway across this counter by now getting that cupcake back, but I must admit, that little bit of icing you have on your nose is very cute." She stopped still, completely astonished at what he just said. Her heart beat quickened as he stood up and made his way round the counter towards her. Before she knew it, he was stood right above her. His eyes looking straight into hers.
"What are you doing Leonard?" Her breathing halted as his face leaned in to hers, she found herself unable to move. He brought his lips mere inches from hers, switching his concentration from her eyes, to her lips, and back to her eyes. He paused there for a moment, staring into her eyes, before a smirk grew on his face as he lifted his chin up slightly, and he licked the icing off of the tip of her nose.
Sara still couldn't move, even as he pulled his head away from hers. They never broke eye contact, not once.
"Couldn't let good icing go to waste now could I Lance?" Her breath was still held, she didn't move a muscle, and her eyes were still locked with his.
"Why are you guys up so early?" The voice made Sara jump, as she turned around to be met with a confused-looking Jax in the doorway to the gallery. Leonard, wasn't fazed at all, he simply made his way towards the intruder and the exit he was currently blocking.
"We never went to sleep." Snart stated with a grin as he walked past Jax.
Sara finally released her breath, but found herself still unable to move; shocked by the experience she just had with the cold-hearted criminal of the crew.