Leonard Snart was in Central City on the night that the particle accelerator exploded and gave probably one third of the city's population superpowers. He has battled The Flash, a man-child whom the explosion granted the power of super speed. He's traveled through time and watched his teammate mutate into a partial hawk, the same teammate who can light himself on fire when he merges with an old man. Not to mention he spent a good four months in a broken timeline where he watched dinosaurs tear down Big Ben and a man whose skin turns to steel battle a caveman.
In short, Leonard Snart has seen some weird shit.
But there is one thing in the universe that he never, not once in his wildest dreams, ever thought he would see.
Sara Lance completely wasted.
After fixing everything that they broke within the timeline, and a few days in the temporal zone just to make sure they were done and nothing else was going to randomly fall apart, the team decided to take that vacation they had attempted before crashing in LA. Mick still had his heart set on Aruba, for whatever odd reason, and so Sara piloted them there. Of course Aruba is a prime vacation spot, especially for reckless college students, so you could bet that booze wasn't exactly hard to get ahold of. Anyway it was their second night on the Caribbean island and after spending the day doing their own things most of the Legends, I.E. all but Stein, had found themselves in a nightclub. The night started off tame enough, the group of them having drinks at the bar. However Amaya and Nate clearly were not prepared for a night out together following their break up and so Sara dragged Amaya off to one end of the club while Ray took Nate to the other, leaving Len alone with Mick and Jax.
"Come on kid, have a drink." Mick offered for at least the third time in the past twenty minutes, despite Jax's protests that he was ok for right now.
"No thanks man," the kid answered, patiently as ever.
Len smirked to himself; this was an age-old conversation that he knew too well. Mick has always, always, had an appreciation for alcohol. So much so that he sometimes wondered how Mick isn't an alcoholic, or if maybe he is on some level and they just haven't noticed. Anyway he knew that Mick would get tired of Jax turning down his offers eventually, so he didn't bother intervening.
"What do you think the Professor's doing?" He asked instead as Mick threw back a shot.
"Probably reading a science book," Jax scoffed, "The club ain't exactly his scene anymore."
Leonard chuckled at that, he had nearly forgotten that back in the 70's the Professor had almost been a cool guy, and probably did have a few club stories from his day.
Just then Amaya came over and joined them at their little corner of the bar, pulling up the seat next to Jax and plopping herself down.
"Have any of you seen Sara?" She shouted over the music.
"We thought she was with you," Len shouted back and the woman shook her head.
"She went off with some girl, but that was awhile ago. I was hoping she came back to you."
"Don't worry about Blondie," Mick insisted, "She can handle anyone, and she knows we're right here if she can't." He insisted and, as if she had been summoned, the blonde they were discussing came stumbling over to Len's side right at that moment.
Actually, stumbling would be a generous term.
Their captain looked like she could barely stand on her own two feet, swaying from side to side until her hands found the surface of the bar and she leaned her entire weight onto it for support, a dopey grin decorating her face.
"Heyyy," she slurred, her head lolling to one side and Len raised an eyebrow at Amaya, who merely shrugged.
"She was passing the point of tipsy when she left me," she admitted, "But I've seen her hold alcohol."
"Likewise," Len agreed, turning his focus back to the giggling assassin at his side. "Sara?" He asked hesitantly, "How much have you had to drink?" He wasn't really sure that he wanted the answer to that question, because her tolerance is one of the highest he's ever seen in a person whilst her body is so contrastingly small; meaning a drunk Sara can't be too far off from alcohol poisoning.
Sara giggled at his question, her smile turning coy and mischievous. "Uhh…" she trailed, swinging one foot carelessly back and forth like a child, one finger brought up to her lips as though she were thinking. "I don't know," she said before she laughed. "A lot," she decided, not that that much wasn't obvious.
"No kidding," Mick huffed and briefly Sara turned her head to him and shot him a glare of daggers.
"You probably shouldn't have any more." Len said, directing Sara's attention away from his partner.
"I guess," she agreed halfheartedly before turning her attention completely back to him and fixing him with pleading eyes and her lip in a pout that should've looked ridiculous on her, but instead he almost found it adorable.
Not that he would ever tell her that.
"Will you bring me home?" She asked, taking him by surprise, but at least she realized that she shouldn't be walking alone back to the Waverider.
He nodded, "of curse," he agreed, rising from his seat as she smiled. "Tell Raymond and Heywood that we left." He instructed the others and Jax nodded.
"Will do," he agreed and so Len turned to Sara, who was waiting patiently for him.
"Come on," he said to her, nodded towards the door and then, thinking better of it, resting a hand lightly against her back to guide her through the crowd.
The air outside was warm, but the cool breeze still made Leonard's jacket a practical choice of apparel. In fact, Sara shivered in the breeze and so without a second thought Len shrugged out of the jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Thanks," Sara said quietly, tugging at the open sides of the jacket to wrap it tighter around her.
"You're welcome," Len said carefully, this entire situation was so odd to him. "Are you going to make it back?"
Sara nodded, but stumbled into him as if to show that his concerns were justified. She righted herself, to her credit, but he still wrapped his arm around her waist to keep it from happening again.
If Len needed any proof that Sara was drunk, which he most certainly did not, it came in the form of her response to his action. A sober Sara would have pushed him off, harshly, or even broken his arm. But instead of causing him pain, this drunken Sara actually leaned in to his hold and wrapped both her arms around him. He looked down at her as she leaned her head into his chest, her body into his side, all while she concentrated on walking in a semi-straight path. Her face was blank, until she straightened up with an evil giggle that soon turned into a full on laugh of delight.
"What's so funny?" Len asked, looking down at her as she cracked herself up.
"Did you see Mick's face today?" She asked and apparently voicing the question made the memory that much funnier for her, as she tilted her head back and continued laughing. "When he saw Amaya?" She specified and Len snickered, he had actually seen Mick's face and it certainly had been something to laugh at.
Amaya had opted to spend her day with Mick and Jax down at the beach, of course when she walked out of the fabricator room in a 1940's swimsuit she just had to walk right into Sara who suggested she change into a bathing suit more appropriate for 2017. Personally Leonard thought what she had been wearing was just fine, a one piece that shouldn't stand out too much on a modern beach, but it was a sight to see when Mick showed up to ask what was taking her so long, only for her to walk out at that moment in a string bikini. His partner's jaw had visibly dropped and suppressing a laugh had been hard, but thankfully Amaya took it well and they went on their way.
"I did," he answered Sara, "He's really got a thing for her."
Sara hummed in agreement before she tripped, not that it mattered because Len felt her going down so he tightened his grip on her.
"Whoa," she laughed, apparently finding her sudden lack of grace funny. "Sorry."
"It's ok," Len assured her, "Are you sure that you're going to be able to make it all the way back to the ship?"
"Mmhm," she said with a slightly too vigorous nod. "I'm not even gonna throw up." She promised, wagging a finger in his face as if to mark her words. "You don't need to deal with that."
"Are you forgetting that I already have?" He teased and Sara stopped, her expression still with concentration as she thought, before she finally groaned and began walking again.
"Ooh, when I got sick!" She exclaimed, "I'm sorry," she slurred, stumbling and falling into him, again. "That was gross," she went on, and maybe it was just her choice of words or the way she put them so bluntly, but her voice sounded almost childlike and it had Leonard chuckling with amusement.
"It's ok," he assured her, "And don't worry if you have to get sick." He added, deciding that he would rather have her ok with being sick in front of him rather than getting sick and embarrassed, he had a feeling those two when combined with her drunken state wouldn't exactly be easy to handle all at once.
"Ok, thank you." She said, her voice distant and still sounding like that of an innocent child's. "I don't think I'll throw up, but iss been a looonnngg time since I was drunk, so I don't know what'll happen." She slurred before she giggled again, "I sound funny." She mused; apparently aware of the way her words were coming out and liking it.
"You do," He agreed with her, "And I'm sure it has, I didn't think I would ever see you drunk."
"It takes some time," she admitted, looking up at him and he tried to ignore the fact that her head was against his chest and her arms still around him in a hug as they walked. "And some really good vodka," she said with a wry grin. She kept that grin for a moment, looking up at him mischievously and he couldn't help but smile at the sparkle in her eyes.
She may be drunk, but there was something carefree about her that he could see wasn't entirely the doing of the alcohol. He didn't know what it was, but he liked seeing it.
Finally she turned her attention back to the sidewalk ahead of them. "I'm not supposed to get drunk."
"And why is that?" Len asked, humoring her, and judging by the serious expression he could see on her face he was half expecting something about the alcoholism that runs in her family.
"Cause I'm the Captain," she said instead, taking Len by surprise. "Cause if something happens I'm supposed to be able to get us out of it." She continued and she went quiet, at least for a second. "I knew what I was doing." She admitted, "What they were serving, it was strong." She went on, enunciating that last half of her thought with wide eyes and a very uncoordinated nod of her head. "I took one and knew I'd be gone after another." She laughed now, giggling like the cat who got the canary as opposed to the canary. "I took three."
Leonard looked at her with mild shock for a moment, then ahead of him as he realized that they had left the little town where they had been and were now approaching the Waverider, hidden among the trees of the tropical forest.
"Now why would you do that?" He finally asked as they stepped onto the ship.
"Because we got you back," She answered with a shrug, finally unwinding her arms and detaching herself from him. "I trust the others, but I think they would just argue about what to do with me, or leave me alone. You don't do that." She said simply and Len was about to ask what exactly she meant by that, but of course that was when they came across Stein.
"What are you two doing back so early?" The Professor questioned and in place of a response Len simply poked lightly at Sara's arm, and as a result the assassin stumbled somewhere between three and five steps, laughing the entire time, before she had the sense to reach out and grab onto Stein's wrist, making the Professor jump.
"Sorry," she slurred as she, mostly, righted herself and Len pulled her gently back, causing her to let go of Stein.
"Good God… is she drunk?" The older man asked and Len only raised an eyebrow at him.
"Do you need me to poke her again?"
Stein shook his head, "Of course not," he answered, "It's just, well I never imagined that out of everyone on this crew Miss Lance would be the one to come stumbling home."
"That makes two of us," Leonard said before his eyes went back to Sara, who's drunken self was seriously starting to remind him of a little girl; staring up at him patiently and waiting for him to be finished talking, like a child waiting for their parent. "Now if you'll excuse us, I'm going to get her into bed."
Sara smiled dopily at his words, even when he grabbed her by the hand and led her away.
"Of course," Stein said as they went, "Good luck,"
"Thanks," Len snorted but he was sincere about it, as he was most likely going to need that luck.
After a quick stop in the galley for a few water bottles, one of which Len made sure Sara drank at least half of before he would even consider letting her in her bed, they got to the awkward portion of their situation.
Getting Sara changed.
Briefly Leonard considered just letting her sleep in her clothes, but he doubted that her tight pink skirt and sequined tank top were very comfortable (and if she thought Mick's reaction to Amaya in the bikini had been funny she clearly missed his face when she walked out for the night at the club). He dug through her drawers until he found some sweatpants and a t-shirt, then handed them to her and trusted her to dress herself.
While she was doing that he went down to the med bay to get some painkillers, knowing that she was going to be needing them in the morning. He also stopped back in the galley for a box of crackers, something else that Sara was going to need. When he got back to her room he hesitated outside the door for a moment, trying to decide if she could have actually gotten herself dressed in the few minutes that he was gone. Eventually he decided to knock, hoping for the best.
"Come in," her voice called in reply to his knock and when he opened the door he was pleasantly surprised to find that she was, in fact, dressed in the sweats and t-shirt.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, showing her the crackers he had brought with him.
"Not really," she answered and so he put them, along with the painkillers, on her desk. She wasn't gone to the point that she needed to eat before going to sleep, so long as she eats in the morning.
"Ok then, time for bed." He told her and she giggled, but did start walking backwards until she fell onto her bed.
"You're a good babysitter," she mused before laughing, "Your sister must have hated you."
Leonard smirked at her claims, leaning over her and pulling her blankets to cover her.
"As much as any sister hates her brother," he promised and Sara smiled sweetly, almost longingly, up at him.
"Thank you," she said softly, "I'm glad you came back to us, I didn't like doing this without you."
He smiled at her, a genuine smile while brushing a few wisps of blonde hair from her face.
"You're never going to have to," he said and he knew that in their line of work that is a promise that is very hard to keep, but the smile on her face only confirmed his thought of how he would do everything in his power to keep it. "Now get some sleep," he instructed and she nodded, her eyelids already fluttering closed as her exhaustion caught up with her.
As Leonard exited her room he turned out the light and stole one last glance over his shoulder, smiling when he saw her droopy-eyed smile string back at him.
"Goodnight," she all but whispered,
"Goodnight," he echoed.