Note: Holy hell I had fun with this, and the disastrous episode next week that has Mick at odds with the team makes me sad. So I wanted to rectify that with this awesome prompt you gave me! thanks again for sending it in! :)

Prompt (by archer973): Leonard has to manage a really drunk, clingy Sara, much to Mick's amusement

Dis: I don't own LOT

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"Why are we going away from all the girls?" asked Sara, a pout on her face as she started dragging her feet. They were in 1999, and Sara had found the perfect bar to settle in. A bar they were now walking away from and she wasn't happy. The team had been ready to go and realized Sara was nowhere to be found. Rip had thrown a tantrum about "not having time for Sara's shenanigans" and Mick and Leonard had offered to go look for her solely for the reason that they couldn't handle hearing Hunter complain about the integrity of the mission one more time. They had found her, dressed in a bright purple belly shirt and ripped jeans, drinking tequila shots off of drunk sorority girls. Snart had been tempted to let her have her fun, even turned the communicator off to ignore Rip, but something about the White Canary was off tonight. He wasn't sure what, but he was about to get to the bottom of it. So while Mick had demanded an encore, Leonard had demanded they all get back to the ship.

"I'm sure there will be girls where we go next," assured Leonard, eyes on her, making sure she didn't fall over. Despite being drunk and in heels, she had great coordination and was walking almost normally. Had to love that assassin training.

"Hmm… Has anyone told you, you've got pretty eyes?" asked Sara, earning a snort of laughter from Mick as Sara leaned into Leonard, back pressing to his front while she cupped his cheek and started dancing to music only she could hear. "Dance with me, Lenny!"

"Yeah, Lenny, dance with her.."

"Not helping," scolded Leonard, eyes snapping to a highly amused Mick.

"You two are usually fun," said Sara with a pout. "Why are you being so boring?"

"You wanna party, birdie?" asked Mick, drawing an arm around her shoulders. "Let's party!"

"I knew you were the fun one!" cheered Sara.

"Mick…" It was like the 2046 debacle all over again. Leonard was losing control of the situation quickly. It was like he had two toddlers running around his feet and he was doing his best to get them to cooperate. He took a deep breath, calming the frustrated anger that was bubbling in his chest, before speaking. "Sara… Darling… I think you've had enough."

"I have… I have had enough…" said Sara, raising her hand up to her forehead. "I"m up to here in enough…" She stumbled and Mick chuckled before wrapping his arm tighter around her to steady her. "Which is why I need to get blitzed! Imma do it with or without you, so…"

"I'm in!" said Mick, turning them toward another bar.

Leonard's jaw started to tick and he looked up at the dark sky as if asking for strength, taking another deep breath before exhaling it slowly, and then followed. Someone had to babysit the terrors. So he followed the sway of Sara's ass through the crowd, though the boisterous laughter of his partner was enough to keep him on track. He wasn't sure what they were talking about, but he was certain they just made a crack at him.

"Change of plan," he said after tapping his earpiece.

"What? What do you mean?" asked Hunter.

"Looks like we're going to be a while… Sara is quite keen on drinking every drop this town has to offer…" Leonard smirked as he heard a string of curses release from Rip's mouth. "Relax, Rip. We can easily go back in time tomorrow. Ever hear of shore-leave? I think the team has earned it. Let the kids out to play… We can be back to business in the morning…"

"Fine," said Rip. "Just… Be careful…"

"Never," answered Leonard before cutting the comm and following in the direction Sara and Mick had gone. It didn't take him long to find them. He easily slid into place at the bar and watched as Sara and Mick downed a line of shots, leather jacket crinkling as he shifted into a seat. "Having fun?"

"Yes!" Sara's eyes were a little glassy, and her cheeks rosy, but she had a smile on her face. "I am. How about you, Mick?"

"Could be better… I say we hit up a bank after this!"

"Yes!" cheered Sara, clapping her hands.

"No… No robbing or thieving tonight."

"Aw…" pouted Sara. "Party pooper."

"Yeah… Party Pooper," agreed Mick, clinking his beer with Sara's.

"Instigator," countered Snart, making Mick smirk. Finally, Snart sighed before holding up a finger to indicate he wanted a beer. "When in Rome…"

"How did you two meet?" asked Sara.

"Funny story…"

Leonard stayed in his seat, nursing his drink while Mick and Sara swapped stories back and forth. Perhaps he'd been mistaken in wanting this night to end so fast. Sara, and even his partner, were having fun. They were getting to know each other, and this was good for Mick: who still struggled to fit into the team at times.

When last call was made, Sara sighed while bracing her head up on her hand, elbow digging into a peanut shell. Her charcoal rimmed eyes suddenly turned sad as she used her free hand to swirl her drink, watching the amber liquid carefully.

"Today is the day I died," she said sadly.

"Damn…" Mick's brows furrowed. "How'd you go?"

"Arrows to the chest. My exes sister was possessed by her evil father and killed me under his orders… Or something like that… Either way… Today is the day…Then I was brought back by the pit and, well, u know about that…"

"Shit… Well… Here's to living," said Mick.

Leonard now knew what had seemed off about her. Frowning he finished his beer then slid off his stool. He braced his hand on Sara's shoulder and shared a look with Mick. Mick's face was a rare vision of sadness and sympathy, as was Leonard's. Dying wasn't something either of them feared, but to welcome the embrace of death only to be put back in this world? They couldn't imagine all the dark places she'd gone to so far, probably a lot darker than where she was at now.

"Okay, Sara… Time to go…Besides… It's past midnight anyway. It's a new day… You're alive and kicking and that's what matters, right?" asked Leonard, placing his leather jacket over her shoulders.

"Whatever…" murmured Sara, standing as well, shoving her arms into the sleeves of his coat. She grabbed Leonard's wrist then wrapped his arm around her shoulders, leaning into him heavily before reaching out and taking Mick's calloused hand. The man had no idea what to do other than let her. "You two are great… You know that? Just great… I can… I can smoke weed and drink and do all this stuff… I can't do that with the others… Maybe Kendra…Leonard you smell nice, really nice... You smell good and have pretty eyes, why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"We'll talk about that another time," promised Leonard as they made it outside, breathing the fresh air over the stale inside, his long-sleeve sweater offering protection from the cooler weather. "And next time we can invite Kendra..."

"Okay… but not the others. Stein partied in his day but… He's old. Rip is depressing and that's saying something coming from me! Ray is… A pretty boy who is probably tattling on us right now."

"Ray isn't so bad," said Mick. "He took a beating for me once."

"Mmm… Okay…" Sara pointed across the street. "Sure we can't rob that bank? It's just sitting there. Begging us to take its money."

"Not tonight…" said Leonard. "But I promise you, the next time you want to rob a bank? We will. All right?"

"Okay…" Sara snuggled up closer to Leonard, if that were possible, almost clinging to him while holding Mick's hand with an iron-grip. "You really do smell nice..."

"I really like drunk Sara," said Mick. "She makes you all... Awkward with the touching..."

"Shut up, Mick."

They made it back to the ship, Sara and Mick only stumbling a little, Leonard guiding them both down the halls. He dropped Mick of first, then walked Sara to her room. They paused at her door and she looked up at him still wrapped up in his jacket, and he didn't have the heart to ask her for it back. He'd let her keep it, and get it back in the morning.

"You good?" he asked. Meaning more than just making it to the bed.

"Yeah… Yeah… Tonight was… Interesting." Sara smiled before leaning in, pressing a kiss to his cheek, her wild curls tickling his neck. "Thanks for tonight. I appreciated it."

He didn't answer, just smirked before turning away. He jumped when seeing Mick behind him with a bag of chips munching away.

"You know I don't like it when you sneak up on me," snapped Leonard.

"Sorry, Boss," said Mick around a mouthful of potato chips. "So why'd you get a kiss and not me?"

"Because I'm the one with the pretty eyes, remember?"

Mick nodded in agreement before offering his bag. "Chip?"

"Pass…" said Leonard. "Goodnight Mick, don't stay up too late, busy day tomorrow!"

Tomorrow they were going even further back in time, and Leonard really couldn't pass up the opportunity of robbing a bank in the fifties. Of course, he'd make sure to ask Sara if she wanted to tag-along… He did make a promise after all.

And he always kept his promises.

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