Lenny was enjoying himself. The bar had his favourite brand of foreign beer in and had been invited to dance by several different women. He might have been a master criminal by day (and night) but he was also quite a social man and the lack of social human contact was one of the only downsides of his criminal career. He had just excused himself from a lovely woman dressed as Xena the Warrior Princess and he was now lounging against the back wall. He was just about to head to the bar when his keen eyesight caught a man stealing a bag off the shoulder of a woman dressed as an old-style nurse.
The women whirled around and made to start chasing the man when Lenny grabbed him by the back of the neck and snatched the purse out of his hands before clocking him on the back with his elbow. The man fell forwards and just avoided hitting the ground before sprinting straight for the nearest exit. The woman stopped next to Lenny.
"Thank you so much!" She gushed as Lenny handed her back the bag. "You didn't need to do that for me."
Lenny shrugged and said "I don't like thieves like him. It's disgraceful." He smiled at the woman before taking a real look at her face. Oh shit, she was the scientist woman. Dr Caitlin Snow. The one that him and Mick had abducted a few weeks before. Clearly she didn't recognise him through the costume and since he wasn't using his 'Cold' voice or mannerisms she would hopefully remain unaware of who he was.
She nodded and added "Can I buy you a drink or something to say thank you?" Lenny could tell she wasn't flirting and was kind of tempted to take her up on the offer.
"Sure." He responded politely and held an arm out for her to take.
While Lenny was playing hero with the unaware Dr Snow, Mick was having a grand time on his own. He had found himself at a quieter bar on the furthest area of the room and was well on his way to getting absolutely hammered. He was about to down another shot of tequila when he heard a whirring sound beside him. He looked around and saw a man dressed as the old guy from Back To The Future sitting in a small Delorean car. He snorted and threw the tequila back. "Nice costume." He said to the man.
Wells instantly recognised the man beside him. Mick Rory AKA Heatwave. Known accomplice of Leonard Snart AKA Captain Cold. One of the Flash Rogues as they were destined to call themselves. Wells eyed the man warily wondering what his purpose was here but decided to play it cool for the time being. "Thank you" he responded. "Are you Ven Helsing?"
Mick nodded in confirmation and directed the bartender to give him two more shots. "Do ya drink whiskey Doc?" Wells nodded. "Good. Otherwise i'd be forced to have both of these." Mick handed one of the shots to Dr Wells. "Here we go."
Both men quickly downed the shots before Wells also signalled to the bartender to keep them coming. He couldn't get drunk and Rory didn't seem to be here for any nefarious purpose. Plus he could use the opportunity to get a better read on the man. "So." Wells began. "What brings you to this party then?"
"Fuck knows." Mick responded quickly. "The free booze maybe. I'm just here with a few other folk for a good night out. We haven't had one in months." Wells nodded and quickly deduced that Rory must be here with Snart and a few other accomplices. Most likely Snart's sister.
"Well then." Wells smirked at the man. "I suppose we better keep these drinks coming then."