So. Date night.
Just Leonard and Barry.
Barry and Leonard.
All alone, for a night.
To normal people, that wouldn't sound as good as it did, but when you are both superheroes and constantly never in the same time period for more than a few hours, it was kinda the best fucking thing ever.
Hence the rare smile on Leonard's face as he lead his skinny boy toy into 'Saints & Sinners'.
Barry had to smile as well, as it was rare to see Len smiling, usually keeping up his Captain Cold persona so people, including criminals and police alike, wouldn't mess with the man who claimed to own Central City at one point. He had a reputation to uphold.
It was great, at first. Catching up, french fries by the basketful suddenly appearing out of nowhere, the alcohol running through their veins (thankyou Caitlin), the white noise. It was perfect. Unfortunately, too perfect.
Currently, since Leonard still was a criminal at heart, he had been spotted by someone he had regular dealings with and unfortunately had to leave Barry on his own at his booth with a kiss on the cheek, promising to be back soon.
That lead to this moment where, backed up against the booth, Barry was practically being accosted by a rather drunk Hartley Rathaway. To be more specific, prodigal son and ex-boyfriend fo Cisco Ramon, former S.T.A.R Lab employee and former master criminal and now part of Leonard's Rogues gang Hartley Rathaway.
Hartley, being affected by probably not as much as half the alcohol running though Barry's system, had thrown himself at Barry's mercy, cheeks red and eyes starry and /flirting/.
Barry just smiled calmly, internally fighting the urge to take off for the high hills or at least, find Leonard in this goddamn place as Hartley hovered, gloved hands trying to snatch him up.
He tries his best to rebuff Hartley's attempts with an 'Oh, sorry, Hartley, buddy, but you know I have a partner. Can't really do much about that.' and also 'You know, I don't think your boss might be too happy with you wanting to go out with the enemy, may be you should try one of the Rogues or something?', but clearly, Hartley was having none of it.
Of course, it reaches the point to where he feels so uncomfortable and he's blushing and embarrassed and he's about to run out of there and save himself the trouble of faking to be interested in order to escort Hartley back home to his parents, when he spots a pair of familiar ice cold, laser focused eyes from across the other side of the room sitting on Hartley's wobbling figure and their table.
He doesn't know why his body suddenly reacts like it did, but it seems Leonard (though their…*cough* mutual contact) has passed some of his way of thinking into him, because no sooner has Barry's body suddenly become rigid with anticipation and his face suddenly splitting into a manic grin, Leonard is towering over Hartley's form, obviously furious.
"Speaking of which, here they are right now."
It takes the cue of Barry's calm, but well intended words for Leonard to move swiftly, a grip crackling like sprinted ice as he suddenly picked Hartley up, collar and all before moving him outside. There is the sound a hard surface being hit on several times, most likely by Leonard, but Barry couldn't care less as the blood rushed down south after seeing the aforementioned man come back inside the now partly quiet bar.
If Barry was more drunk, he would most likely say something rather stupid to dictate his feelings, but his mouth suddenly works for him and he's suddenly whining. /Whining./
"Len…! I wanted to have some fun, not hurt people!"
"Fun, huh, Scarlet?" It takes all of two seconds, but suddenly Barry squeaked as he too, was hoisted up, but instead of his collar, he ended up body over Leonard's broad shoulder, ass in the air and being carried out like a dead sack of weight, not even caring half the bar is watching this whole thing unfold, most in shock.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a barkeep grudgingly paying a customer, the obvious smile indicative of winning a well placed bet.
"We'll go make our own fun." Leonard smirked before leading the red clad man into the cold night air, disappearing from view.
They were never heard from again that night.
