The Bar

The bar was packed. Nearly everyone was in costume, making Harry feel a little better about his own outfit. When they had arrived Cisco double checked their costumes, lecturing Harry about not wearing the contacts. Now the engineer was dragging the older man towards the bathrooms so Harry could get the contacts in his eyes more easily. "Why didn't you put them on at the lab?" Cisco demanded as they entered the bathroom. There was no division of sex, and a few women looked up from the mirrors as the men entered.

"Because Caitlin was busy stabbing me with a needle," Harry shot back. Rolling his eyes, Cisco dragged the other man to the one free mirror and shoved him down in the seat in front of it. "Hey, watch it! If you reopen these damn things and bring Caitlin's wrath down upon me, I will hurt you." The two men glowered at each other and one of the women laughed softly.

"Sorry," Cisco finally relented after studying Harry's face. He wasn't certain, but the young engineer thought he could see pain tugging at the older man's eyes. "Just, put your contacts in." Cisco turned his attention to the rest of the room as Harry pulled the case out of his pocket. Putting the book with the dark cover and a black star in the middle down, Cisco had insisted he carry it, Harry frowned as he unscrewed the cases. "Come on man, hurry up," Cisco nagged, annoyed that he was missing anything. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Harry shook his head and looked to the engineer.

"I don't know how to put them in," Harry admitted.

"What?" Cisco couldn't believe the other man had just admitted he didn't know something.

"The contacts," Harry clarified, trying to ignore the look on Ramon's face. "I don't know how to put them in my eyes."

"Oh, uhm," Cisco floundered, uncertain how to show the other man and uncomfortable doing it for him.

"I can help," the woman next to them offered. She had on a large blonde wig with the hair going up high and draping down in true 80s fashion. On the table in front of her sat three palm-sized clear globes. Apparently she had just finished putting the finishing touches on her make-up, with heavy eye-shadow around her eyes.

"Great. I'll wait at the door," Cisco gushed and raced for the door.

"Thank you," Harry told her seriously as she turned him so that they faced each other.

"No problem. Your boyfriend is cute and his excitement is palpable," the female Jareth said as she helped him get first one contact and then the other in place. Blinking rapidly, partly because of the contacts but more at the thought of dating Cisco, Harry bit his tongue.

"Honey, are you ready?" Another woman came up behind the female Goblin King.

"Just helping this one get his contacts in," the female Jareth told the other woman. "There, what do you think?" Realizing his helper was done, Harry blinked and looked to the other woman, who was wearing a billowing white dress shirt, jeans, and a silver-white vest.

"Not bad, but can you do the accent?"

"Is that a requirement?" Harry asked.

"It is if you are going to look like that." The new woman frowned. "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Harrison Wells?"

"Yep," Harry answered, turning to inspect his reflection. It looked to him like he was done.

"What's your name?" This question bothered Harry. Getting help from a stranger, getting called Cisco's boyfriend, and even dressing like a brilliant dead artist, Harry could handle. Being recognized and identified as Eobard Thawne, well, he'd had enough of that.

"David Jones," Harry quickly said, doing his best to mimic David Bowie's accent. Then, because he figured he would go with the part, he pecked a kiss to Jareth's cheek. "Thanks luv. See you out there." He stood and left the bathroom.

Cisco was waiting for him, eyes fixed on the stage. Seeing Harry step in front of him, the engineer reached out and caught the older man by the left arm. "Hey, did you get her number?" Cisco asked as he pulled Harry close.

"No," Harry answered, shaking his head in case Ramon hadn't heard him.

"Harry, you're killing me," Cisco complained, tugging his companion towards Barry and Caitlin.

"Ouch. I warned you," Harry complained, pulling his arm back.

"Right, sorry," Cisco replied seriously. "Did I hurt you?" He indicated Harry's shoulder, flinching when he saw the other man's good arm move up towards his injuries.

"No. I'm okay." Harry tried to wave away Ramon's concern.

"Good. Now, why didn't you get her number?" They had reached the table Barry and Caitlin had claimed. Sighing, Harry turned an irritated look on the younger man as Cisco took the drink Barry offered.

"Because she thought you were my boyfriend," Harry answered, dropping into the chair across from Caitlin. He timed it perfectly, just as Cisco was taking a sip, so that the young engineer ended up spraying Barry with the mouthful.

"What?" Cisco gasped out, trying not to choke on the little bit of drink left in his mouth.

"Some woman thought you two were a couple?" Barry couldn't contain his amusement. Caitlin simply arched an eyebrow, keeping her opinion quiet. For his part, Harry had pulled a phone out of his pocket and was doing something with it.

"Yes. The woman who helped me put my contacts in said that my boyfriend was cute," Harry supplied, not looking up from his phone.

"Oh, hey, can I see the finished product?" Barry requested, his excitement practically making him buzz. Looking up, Harry frowned and then realized that there was already an empty vial on the table. Clearly, Barry had started enjoying Caitlin's new formula.

"Fine," Harry grumbled with a sigh. Standing, he stood while the group inspected his look. "This colouring isn't the permanent kind, is it?" Harry demanded of Cisco. He had no choice but to accept the hair cut, at least it wasn't that different from the one he'd come through the breach with.

"No, it washes out," Cisco said, grinning widely. "I think it looks good. Your vest is perfect as are your jeans. Who knew Harry was already half David Bowie." Rolling his eyes, Harry sat once more. A server came by their table.

"Nice costumes," the young man said, looking over the group. "Can I get you all drinks?"

"Definitely," Cisco said immediately putting in an order for another beer.

"I'll have another rum and coke," Caitlin declared with a nod. "And he will have ginger ale," she continued, pointing at Harry.

"Beer," Barry added. The server nodded and vanished back towards the bar. The room became a little quieter as the owner took the stage.

"Alright folks, this night has officially started. Thank you everyone for coming out. While you are all more than welcomed to do any song you want, if you can tie it in with David Bowie that'd be great. Also, we're having a number of costume contests, so please, feel free to enter one or more! Thank you and remember, we're here to pay tribute to a great one!" Cheers went up and the woman left the stage as a man stepped up. Music started playing and more shouts of joy went up as "Starman" was recognized.

The singer wasn't bad, and Harry tried to relax as the night wore on. Their drinks were brought and soon Caitlin, Cisco, and even Barry were showing signs of mild inebriation. Nearly every single song was a Bowie song. The group received several compliments on their costumes, and after a few drinks, Cisco and Caitlin stumbled up on stage to sing "Rebel Rebel" with Barry eventually going up and singing "Let's Dance" to cheers from the audience. To Harry's surprise, the speedster actually seemed to be getting drunker with each vial of Caitlin's concoction. Well, at least the group were enjoying themselves.

"Hey," Cisco slurred several hours into the night. "Harry, you haven't sung anything."

"She's right," Caitlin weaved as she spoke. "You gotta sing."

"I don't do karaoke," Harry said with a grumpy look. His Jesse would have loved this, all these people milling around dressed as David Bowie in various stages of his career. Course, she'd hate that he'd died.

"Hey David," the female Jareth from before said, coming over. "When are we going to hear you singing?" She was doing a poor attempt at mimicking the accent, and draped herself over Harry's shoulders as she spoke.

"We were just telling him, he's gotta go up," Barry told her.

"Yep, totally," Jareth agreed. "Sara and I entered you lot in the group costume contest." She motioned back at her companion in the blouse and vest.

"Excellent," Barry cheered exuberantly. He just seemed to get happier the more he drank.

"So, David," Jareth purred, leaning more heavily on the man. "What are you going to sing?" Cisco, who was the least intoxicated of the three younger team members, saw pain fill Harry's face.

"Hey, hands off," was all Cisco's mildly impaired brain could manage. Getting to unsteady feet, he grabbed Harry's right hand and pulled him away from the woman. "I was jus' taking him to pick a song." Without looking back, Cisco dragged the other man to the woman in charge of signup.

"Would you care to make a selection?" The woman asked Cisco, offering him a tablet with songs listed. "Once this gentleman is done you'll be up next. Nice timing."

"I'm not singing. He is," Cisco said, looking over the list. "Okay, Harry, I got this. You just go up there and sing your grumpy little heart out." Harry frowned at the comment and grin Cisco was wearing.

"You think I can't do it?" Harry demanded. Still grinning, Cisco just shrugged.

"You said you can't do karaoke," Cisco supplied, tapping at the screen. "This one," he told the woman, handing back the tablet just as the person onstage finished to a calm applause. He had been okay, not great.

"I said I don't do karaoke, not can't," Harry grumbled as Cisco pushed him towards the stage.

"Same difference," Cisco called out as the older man stumbled across the stage to a decent amount of applause.

Glowering at Cisco, Harry decided he would show the engineer the difference. With a deep, calming breath, he stepped up to the microphone. After shooting one last glare at Cisco he glanced down at the screen to find out what he was singing. A smirk tugged at his lips. As the familiar strains of the music reached his ears, he took a deep breath and jumped in perfectly on time to sing "Heroes."

As Cisco stood there, silly grin on his face and arms crossed, he watched Harry look flustered for only a moment before he appeared to relax and become someone completely different. With each word Harry sang, Cisco's smile faded until his mouth formed a circle of shock. Not only could Harry sing, but through some insane transformation, he was also moving like Bowie. Somehow, the man looked skinnier, managed to jutt his hips out more at times, and became someone completely different. Numb with shock, Cisco managed to stumble back to their table and take a seat as Harry continued to sing.

"Oh, look, David Bowie is on stage," Caitlin said, drunkenly squinting up at Harry. "He looks a lot like Harry," she continued. Barry laughed, joined by Cisco.

"Caitlin, that is Harry," Barry informed her. Leaning back in her chair, Caitlin arched an eyebrow.

"He has impressive control of his hips," Caitlin mused as she watched the man on stage. "Did you know he could do that?" She looked accusingly at Cisco.

"Nope," Cisco slurred a little, lifting his drink to his lips. "Harry's been holding out on us." He grinned a little as he watched the older man finish up the song and then leave the stage to cheers, applause, and even a few catcalls.

Ignoring the people slapping him on the back, Harry dropped back into his seat with a sigh. Reaching out, he picked up his drink, pausing when he realized the trio had all eyes glued to him. "What?" He asked, taking a sip.

"Nothin'," Cisco replied with a shrug. With that, the evening continued. A few songs later Barry headed to the bathroom.

"Ramon," Harry said, watching the inebriated speedster head towards the restroom. "Do me a favour, go with Barry, make sure he takes things nice and slow."

"'Kay," Cisco said, staggering to his feet and going after the young CSI.

"I'm a babysitter," Harry grumbled to himself as he drank more of his gingerale, glancing at Caitlin. The young doctor was watching Harry intently. "What?"

On stage a band took over for the rest of the night starting with "As the World Falls Down." Caitlin was still staring at Harry when a man dressed as Ziggy Stardust dropped a heavy hand on the older man's shoulder.

"Hey, Blackstar," Ziggy began. "Let's dance."

"Put on your red shoes and dance the blues," Harry replied. "Without me."

"Come on, one dance," Ziggy said, grabbing Harry's hand and yanking on it as he turned to head to the dance floor. Instead of making it to the floor, Ziggy crashed into Caitlin, who was blocking the path.

"He told you to get lost," Caitlin said with a scowl. "Cause he's dancing with me." Taking Harry's right hand, the doctor then turned and pulled the older man away from Ziggy. Much to the older scientist's surprise, Caitlin led him out to the dance floor and they assumed the position.

"We're really going to dance?" Harry asked in surprise as they swayed together on the dance floor.

"Shut up and enjoy the music," Caitlin growled. Arching an eyebrow at her, Harry fell silent and simply obeyed. When the song ended he allowed the female to drag him back to the table. Cisco looked like he was falling asleep, and Harry though Barry looked like he was about to vibrate in place.

"Okay, time to go," Harry said, pulling Cisco to his feet. "Allen, grab Snow," he ordered. "Let's go. Party's over." With various grumbles and groans, Harry managed to herd the group out and to his car where he helped the trio get in and buckled before setting out to take them home.