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Leonard's appetite wasn't the best, mainly because of the dull ache coming from his knee. He had only taken a few bites of his second slice of pizza as Mick slammed his glass down on the table, a bit harder than necessary.

"I need to find a bar!" the brute declared. "It's been too long since I got in a good bar fight!"

"Easy there Rory… Might want to let the rest of us to eat up first…" Rip tried to calm the hothead for just a few more minutes.

Mick grunted and grabbed another slice to top off the six slices he had already stuffed down.

"Alright…" he sighed, "But we're hitting a bar afterwards…"

"You've got it big guy!" Jax agreed as he shoved another piece of pizza in his mouth.

"Jackson, you're onl…"

"I turned 24 last week, thank you…"

"You mean to say we lost track of time?"

Jax nodded, "Just ask Gideon how old I am if you count the days which have passed during our little mission…"

"I'm sorry, I should have fixed something for your birthday…"

Jax shook his head, "Nah… Haven't been much for celebrating birthdays earlier, why should I start out now?"

"Well, that's almost depressing…" Len noted as he pushed the slice of pizza around on his plate.

"Promise I'll do something for my 25th… Or my 30th… Okay?"

"Okay… Guess we can't force you, but we are going to toast you tonight!" Mick added with a wicked grin.

"Okay, just don't burn down the place while you're at it…"

"I'll promise to try…"

Jax smiled, "I'll take that…"

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They spent 20 more minutes at the pizza place before they headed out to paint the town. Leonard had managed to force down the second slice too, after a hard inner battle.

"Whaddaya think? Club 27 or Davy's?" Mick asked looking between the two options.

Len let his gaze wander between the two bars. Club 27 looked like the place where kids in their early 20s hung out to dance and get soaring drunk. Davy's looked like a beer and whisky kind of place, where a bar brawl would only be a question of time.

"There'll be better fighters at Davy's…" he commented and leaned heavier on his crutches. "Hopefully there'll be booths too… Someplace I can stretch my leg…"

"Davy's it is then!" Mick grinned widely and headed for the entrance.

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The place smelled of smoke and alcohol. A hot pink neon sign pointed out happy hour to be from 5 p.m. to 9 p.m.

The ceiling was stained by nicotine, and parts of the floor was sticky due to spilled beer.

There were old-timey bar booths along the wall opposite the bar, the wall itself was scribbled on by people who had passed through the place during the last decade or three…

It was a dim lit place, a few lazy lightbulbs hung from wires, neon signs did the rest…

"I think we found our place!" Mick rumbled as he stepped over to the bar.

"Let's have a few drinks first, before you start anything…"

Mick nodded, "Yeah… Let's throw a few back first!"

They ordered beers for the whole team, and brought them over to where Len and the others had found a couple of booths to occupy.

Len had placed himself in the same way he usually sat at the booths in the Waverider. Back against the wall, his bad leg stretched out in front of him, the other foot was still on the floor.

Sara could see the man was fighting against the discomfort his leg brought him.

She placed a beer next to him, and sat down at the opposite of the table. He looked up and gave her a quick smile, almost to tell her that he was doing fine.

"Having fun?" she asked over the live music, turns out it was one of Toby Keith's first gigs.

Len nodded, and took the time to look over the rest of the team.

"Yeah… We needed this…"

Sara chuckled, "That the team needed this, does not equal that you're having fun…"

He smiled, and gave her a quick wink.

"I could be having more fun… But that would probably cause my knee to act up even more…"

He made a small show of eying her up and down, before he picked up his beer and took a small sip.

She smiled back.

"You're right, that would have been more fun…" she shook her shoulders to make her bust dance.

Len licked his lower lip and looked up at the ceiling. He pulled a deep breath and looked slowly back at her.

"Please don't tempt me, you know I'm a weak soul…" he almost teased back, but there were a hint of sincerity behind his words.

Sara put her own glass to her lips and took a sip herself.

"Okay… But only until your leg stops bothering you…"

"Trust me, I won't let you wait a minute more…"

"Good…" she winked back at him and adjusted her bra-strap.

Leonard took another tiny sip of his beer and looked over at where Mick flirted with one of the locals.

"I give him 40 minutes…" he declared, "How long do you think it takes before he starts throwing punches?"

"40 minutes? You think it's gonna take that long?" Sara asked and tilted her head.

"He's busy with that brunette right now…" Len pointed out, "And she looks more than half-interested… If he doesn't screw up majorly, it'll take at least 30 minutes before she's either tired of him…"

"Or until they've found a room for themselves…" Sara finished…

Len nodded with an amused smirk.

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Jax had found himself a short Latina girl with a red bandana tying up her natural wavy hair. She had a half-sleeve tattoo on her left arm, and it fit well with her black tank top and cutoff jeans.

They were dancing close and slow, and Len felt a bit jealous where he sat. Not because of the girl, he had a better one… At least in his opinion…
But the last few times they had been at bars, he had declined from dancing with Sara…

He watched his teammate smile and swing the girl around. They were both grinning.

Len looked down at his right leg where the brace trapped the fabric of his jeans. The black Don Joy brace was strapped as tight as possible around his thigh and leg, stabilizing the knee joint.

He took another swig of his beer before he pulled himself to the edge of the bench. He grabbed one of his crutches and got up. He hobbled one step over so that he stood in front of Sara.

"Wanna dance?"

Sara's eyes got round as saucers, but she got up and took his free hand.

"You sure about this?"

He nodded, "Yeah…"

She smiled.

He leaned heavily on his crutch as he limped towards the middle of the floor with Sara.

"Just one dance…"

Leonard shot her a confused look, "I thought you wanted to dance with me…"

"Of course I do, but your leg is…"

"It's nothing…"

"It's painful… I don't like seeing you in pain…" she explained. "But I expect you to ask once you've healed up too…"

He hummed to the music and nodded as he took Sara in his arms. Halfway through the song he praised the fact that Sara had insisted on only one dance… And the fact that his girl was stronger than most, and practically held him up as they swayed from side to side.

The song ended, and he let out a relieved breath.

"Thanks for the dance…" Sara whispered into his ear.

"No, thank you…" he winked back at her, before they both turned and headed back to the booth again.

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An hour later, a few minutes after Mick had returned from his little adventure, the inevitable happened.

A roar was heard throughout the bar, as a chair lost its life against the counter.

"Here we go…" Len said and raised his eyebrows in Mick's general direction.

There was screaming and shouting. The sound of knuckles against bare skin, and bones cracking.

Len looked over at Sara, and saw her sitting leaned forward.

"You know… You can go have some fun if you want to…" he gestured towards the brawl.

She shook her head.

"Nah… Just wanna make sure no one comes over here and start bothering you…"

"Well, thank you… But last time I checked, I wasn't a damsel in distress…"

Sara chuckled, "Of course you aren't…"

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The fight continued over at the bar for a few more minutes, until something unexpected happened.

Well… Maybe not that unexpected…

A sound like someone breaking a branch bounced between the walls of the pub, shortly followed by a familiar voice cussing and grunting.

A low rumble rolled off Mick's lips as he reached for his shoulder. He was on his knees, and his shoulder caused him great pain.

"Sara…" Len pushed her shoulder, "I think our personal hothead might need some assistance.."

Sara looked over and saw Mick.

The fight ended about 90 seconds after she joined in... Mainly because she didn't have the need to fight for fun, at least not tonight.

As the last local hit the ground, she looked over at Mick, who was still sitting on his knees, holding a hand to his shoulder.

"You alright?"

Mick shook his head, traces of shame showed in his face.

"Bastard messed up my shoulder!" he growled, his eyes not willing to meet hers completely.

She frowned at the pain in his voice.

"Good thing I've got a badass friend like you!" he grunted as his shoulder tinged with pain, "Help me up, would ya?"

Sara sighed and pulled the man up by his good arm.

"Thank you…"

"Don't make it a habit…" she winked.

"Oh, I won't!" Mick answered with a smirk.

He stopped to test his arm, but ended up grimacing. "Fuck!"

"Is it bad?"

"Dunno… Might be a sprain… Might be nothing…"

Sara turned around to take a look at the man, and she flinched as she saw the set of his shoulders.

"Or it could be dislocated…"

"Huh?"

"I think your shoulder is dislocated…" she explained.

"OKAY! TIME TO GO!" Rip called out for the team after he slammed down an empty beer glass. "Preferably before those guys wake up and decide to go for a second round!"

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They all left quickly, Mick was supporting his arm, and Len hopped along on his crutches. He was glad he had made the decision to only have one beer to nurse during the evening. It had been a smart choice.

"Blown off enough steam for some time?" Len asked as he tried to keep a straight line.

"Aha…" Mick answered with a grunt of pain, followed by a huge grin. "Felt good!"

Len eyed the still dislocated shoulder.

"Worth it?"

"You bet!" Mick smiled at him with wild eyes.

Leonard shook his head in disbelief. "You should be careful… You know that…?"

Mick shrugged his good shoulder, "I'll remember that when I get old…"

"You're not a teenager anymore…"

"Not retired either…" Mick grinned, before he growled as something jostled his shoulder.

Okay... Hope I didn't make a mess of this...

Just thought I should torture the president of the Sara Lance fanclub too... Just a bit...