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July Catch-All and OPEN to anything!

WHO: Leonard Snart & YOU
WHERE: Here and there and anywhere.
WHEN: All of July.
WHAT: coolness
WARNINGS: drinking, potential for violence, hotter than you'd think...

[OPEN] Barfly
This could be in just about any bar.

Leonard isn't the social type, so he tends to sit alone, usually with his back against a wall. Whatever he drinks, it's strong and has more ice cubes in it than anything really needs. Sometimes he just takes one of them between his fingers, raises it to his mouth and slowly lets it melt against his tongue.

He never really gets drunk, but sometimes there's a buzz. Enough to make his thoughts less sharp, which is a blessing at this stage.

If anyone sits near him, he will look up and make conversation, so it's not as if he's completely anti-social. Just mostly.

[SEMI-OPEN] Ice King
[ooc: semi-open because you can either assume he invited you or you just break into an ice rink habitually]
Outside it might be a hot, hot July, but inside the ice rink, where Leonard "works" as a Zamboni driver, it's blissfully cold.

He's wearing a parka, hood pulled up so he can rest his head on it, because he's quite literally flat on the ice, resting on his back. He also has a snow-cone in his hand, the Zamboni parked off to the side. He has taken a very preemptive approach to being a Zamboni driver, he simply doesn't let anyone inside.

But there is a pair of skates on his own feet and some special people might have gotten a heads up over meeting him here.

[ooc: Individual starters will be in the comments! If you want to plot out anything and/or request a starter, feel free to send a PM or add me on plurk

reineke. I'll also match your format, prose or brackets, whichever.]

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Sally didn't always keep her 'promise' of playing bar tender. She showed up when she liked, kicking whatever random native had been working out so she could have her own space to drink. And serve, every now and again.

She usually liked talking to the kind of sad souls that lingered in hotel bars after dark instead of hitting the town or resting up for the next day. But this more ice than whiskey thing was starting to make her question that kind of people they let into this joint.

"Got something else if you can't handle the taste."

Since he usually hung around places filled with people caring too much about seeming hard, he was very used to that. So he just rolled his eyes, lifted the glass to his lips and knocked the whiskey back, the ice cubes staying inside.

He set the glass back down and arched an eyebrow at her, wondering whether she wanted to police anything else about the drink he was paying for. "Don't mind the taste. Just like the cold."

"The cold and drinking alone. Not from around here, huh?"

The smirk implies from just how far not around here she's thinking of, the whole being from a separate world thing. But he gave an interesting answer, at least, so she can offer a refill for all that ice.

"Didn't have the misfortune of being born in Florida, no." As he watched the glass be refilled, he trails a finger along the edge. Cold indeed. There had always been a comfort to him, but lately more than ever. Maybe because of the heat or maybe because of being in a universe that wasn't his when he should really be nowhere.

"What about you?"

"I'm from all over. LA, mostly. Just not the one they've got here."

She reaches into her coat and pulls out her own flask, inviting herself to take a seat and share in the misery of the evening.

"Central City. I don't even think they have it here." Leonard takes no visible objection to her taking a seat, just looking at her flask with mild interest. "LA would at least mean that you're more used to the heat. I wasn't made for this kind of weather. Don't think anyone other than gators and my roommates really was."

There's really no point in wearing a coat, even if she had one, he's already figured out a few things about what she can do, so when Kara warily arrives at the ice rink, it's in a summer dress patterned with sunflowers. She doesn't even shiver when she steps inside and leaves the hot sun behind her, and she isn't emitting much light at all right now.

He's a villain, she's a hero, they both know it, and inviting her here just reeks of a trap. If they were back home, in Central or in National, it would be.

She picks her way through the seats to the edge of the ice and leans both hands against the low wall surrounding the rink, frowning at the figure lying on the ice. With a snow cone?

"Are you sure you aren't a metahuman?"

When she enters, Leonard gets up. He does so with astonishing elegance, considering that he's on ice. But he knows what he's doing and the skates he's wearing do exactly what he wants them to, so it's an easy thing to come skating over to her, stopping right in front of the wall. Still holding his snow cone, of course.

"Absolutely sure. I just like to keep a cool head." Ah, the puns. But it might be worth it to see her shiver in spite of what she is. "Are you going to skate?"

That's another little shiver down her spine at the pun, but at least she doesn't squeal this time. What's going on with her? She'll put it together eventually.

"Actually I've never done it," she admits. "Gone ice skating, that is. I grew up in California, I went surfing. You're a really good skater. Is that part of your whole..." Vague gestures at all of him. Do you do crime on skates? Is that a thing?

That snow cone looks really good too, but it's still weird to eat a snow cone while ice skating, isn't it?

"Nah. I haven't actually skated in decades before coming here. I used to do hockey. Fell out of it." Leonard actually finishes his snow cone as he talks to her, folding up the paper and putting it into the pocket of his parka. "Although if you've come to see my figure skating talent, I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong tree. Ain't my style."

Instead he smiles, making an ever so inviting gesture with his hand. "You should give it a go."

"Oh." Does she sound surprised? She's surprised. She also notices how careful he is about being tidy, not tossing the paper into the bleachers, which is also a little surprising. Not that villains are messy as a rule, but many of them don't really make that kind of thing a priority. So that's. Yes, surprising.

And now she's been thinking about that for a few moments too long, and it's going to get awkward soon, and she hops the wall, landing on the ice and slipping a little because ice. Luckily she grabs for the wall and not for him. "I don't have skates," she says after she's gotten her balance. "Did you...this really isn't a trap, is it."

For one thing, he technically works here, so tossing paper around might result in having to clean it later. For another, he really is tidy and he never leaves anything with fingerprints, not when he can help it.

When she hops the wall and almost slips, he instinctively moves closer. However, she catches herself and so he skates away, gladly giving her space again. "You can borrow skates from here."

He gestures in the direction of the booth, even if it's unoccupied. Not really ice rink season and him not letting people in most of the time doesn't help. "A trap? What would be my sinister plan, to watch you fall on your ass?"

"Oh." More cheerful now, because she does want to try this, especially now that she knows it isn't a villain tricking her into a trap she'll need to escape from before he can pull off his nefarious scheme. She trots across the ice without any trouble at all, slowing as she gets close to the booth, and hops the wall again.

"Probably not? I don't know, it just, it seems like the kind of thing a villain would do? 'Meet me at the ice arena, come alone,'" she intones in some kind of deep, dramatic 'villain' voice. She finds a pair of skates in her size and perches on the bleachers to tie them. "I guess that isn't your style though?"

"Seems a bit pointless. Besides, anyone who's built like you and can drink like that can probably take me, I'd have to be an idiot to invite you anywhere alone for that." Leonard couldn't help but smirk at her villain voice. It isn't as if he doesn't put one up himself. He skates a little, to stop closer to her again, watching as she puts on her skates.

"So, your first time on ice? At least literally. Seems like you'd know about being on figurative thin ice." Just a slightly educated guess.

Okay, that makes her giggle. And it's true, if he hasn't got any kryptonite on him--and why would he, if he doesn't know she's a Kryptonian?--she's pretty safe overall. She tests the tightness of the skates, then steps carefully back onto the ice.

"Oh yeah, figurative thin ice happens a lot," she admits with a wry smile as she tries out a glide and lets out a little eep of surprise as she glides much more easily and farther than she'd expected. It's difficult not to hover a little, to control her balance, but no, she wants to do this right. Now there's a little line of concentration on her face as she starts again.

"I thought so. You seem like the type." He doesn't say that there's no offence meant, but he sounds well-meaning enough for that to be implied. Leonard circled her, carefully watching out for the moment-- There it was and he was by her side, holding her elbow to keep her from falling. "Careful there, sunshine. It's slippery."

"I do? What—" But that's cut off by that little eep she lets out when she almost loses her balance and she reaches out automatically to grab the offered arm, careful as always not to squeeze.

"This is kinda tricky," she admits, smiling now, a real, genuine smile. She straightens again, bends her knees a little more, and pushes off again, and this time maybe she cheats just a tiny bit. She doesn't want to hobble around the ice, she wants to skate. It's maybe too much of an improvement, but she'll risk it.

Maybe most people wouldn't notice, but Leonard looks closer than the majority would, he's already suspecting powers with her, he's seen impossible things and he knows a lot about ice. So as he lets go of her, he falls back for a closer look, even though he follows still.

"So, which is it? Flying or just hovering?" He sped up to skate next to her again. "More useful than the glowing, but I think I prefer that."

She's enjoying the glide of the skates against the ice, especially now that she's given up on trying to just maintain her balance the usual way, and maybe she doesn't expect him to be paying that close of attention. It makes her wobble a little, but she doesn't come even close to falling, because, well.

"Both," she admits after a waffling moment where she considers trying to bluff her way out of it. "I can do both." She folds her hands behind her back and skates silently for a few moments. "The glowing is new." Implying the flying and hovering isn't.

So the flying and hovering is old hat. Leonard knows enough about physics to get at least somewhat an idea of what that has to mean for her overall abilities and biology, but obviously he's lacking information still, so he just nods, speeding up and turning around so he can watch her as he skates backwards. "Suits you. Even if it's a bit like a mood ring." At least if he's interpreting her glowing right so far. Good to know, all of it. Very good to know.

Kara groans and buries her face in her hands, because the glowing is like a mood ring, it even turns a little pink when she's blushing, and that is not something she'd needed emphasized even more, c'mon. "It really really is. I don't know what to do about it yet. It's even worse at night."

But skating backward looks fun, she swings around to try it and almost immediately slips with a yelp, flailing out for support before she goes crashing to the ice. Not that it will hurt, but still.

As she falls, he whips back around, skating a quick turn until he's by her side, actually crouching down for a closer look. But she seems fine and he doesn't bother holding out a hand this time, obviously amused. "The trick is to focus on your heels, when you're going backwards. Although I ain't sure how that translates to semi-hovering."

It's been a very, very long time since he has taught someone anything about skating, but it's easy to dab down on the nostalgia, he's very used to doing that.

"Yo."

Axel slid in next to Leonard with the biggest grin possible but hey, whatever, this was something he'd always wanted. Chilling with Captain Cold. And hell, this guy was like a Leonard Snart with little experience of him, this was like a second chance. A way to prove himself and make sure he got a good in with the rogues. He just had to play it cool and not piss him off. Somehow. "What's up, bro?"

"...right. Yo."

Never had 'yo' been said as drily as just then, but that was Leonard's talent and he doubted someone like Axel would even notice. Just as he'd not be deterred by the way Leonard looked at him as he took in his outfit in all its questionable glory.

"Order something, then we can talk. You pay for yourself. I ain't the generous type."

"Right, gotcha."

Man, ordering a drink. He had to make sure it was something he could drink but would also make him look cool in front of Cold. Usually he liked those colourful vodka pops or shots but he was thinking this was like some kind of manly sit down so in the end, he ordered whiskey.

He didn't like whiskey but he ordered it. "So how have you been, man?"

"Peachy."

No, Axel wasn't even getting the 'been better' that was at least not an outright lie, all he got was something filled with sarcasm and very far from true. Len ordered vodka on the rocks, although they knew his preferences here and he ended up with what looked more like rocks on the vodka. He liked it cold.

"What is it you can do, kid?"

This dive bar was a frequent haunt of Bela's, and probably not the kind that most people would expect her to drink in. But the bartender knew her and the alcohol was cheaper than other bars so it did have a few appealing traits. Bela saunters into the bar a little after ten o'clock and walks right up to the front to place an order: scotch, with a little bit of ice. She picks up the glass after it is placed in front of her, eyes scanning the room for any signs of a familiar face.

She spots Leonard in the corner by himself and smirks. Maybe Bela could stand to have some company tonight.

Bela walks over to his table, placing her hands on the surface as soon as she reaches it. She smiles down at him.

"Room for one more?"

"Depends on the one."

His eyes linger on her hands on the table for only a few seconds before he looks up at her face and then leans back.

"Sit down."

Leonard has recently gotten a refill, so the glass is filled with something aside from ice, even if the ice is still the prominent player. Just the way he likes it and still more than enough to drink.

"Always surprises me when a coincidence doesn't just piss me off."

Bela sits down upon his invitation, lifting up her glass and taking a quick swig from it before placing her drink back on the table.

"Yeah?" She looks faintly amused for a moment. "This place just happens to be one of my usual bars to visit."

Might not be a very busy bar currently, but she was fine with that. It meant that they could have a proper conversation.

"So. How have you been?"

"Then I just have a good nose." He flicks the tip of his nose with his thumb before leaning back, looking at her and considering the answer to the question. Not an honest one, at least not one that actually means opening up, but he decides against the obviously sarcastic 'peachy' that's already at the tip of his tongue. "Been better."

Not an informative answer, no. "How about you?"

Now "been better" could mean a lot of different things, but she isn't going to press him to elaborate on his reply. Leonard was perfectly within his rights to answer her question as he pleased. Besides, it's not like Bela was in an overly sharing mood either.

"I've been well. Business is a little slow at the moment, but I am putting that down to it being the summertime. People seem more interested in taking holidays than buying antiques."

A shrug as she takes another sip from her drink.

"How's the ice rink business?"

"Summer break, always difficult." Len tilts his head to the side and considered. "Speaking of, do you only sell or buy as well? Say, if I had something to sell."

It was always important to have a buyer established after all. Someone like her, from all he knows so far, not that different from some of the people he deals with back home, especially with how she appears to relate to him. He just has to know how particular she is about legal matters.

"And it's fine. I keep it closed and it keeps me cool. Profit. But you can come by some time, if you'd like."

"I could probably make some time and come by the ice rink to say hello. Maybe get a tour."

Bela was still trying to figure out what kind of person Len was, the kind of rules that he followed (or didn't follow) In any case, she had taken some form of interest in him and is curious to learn more.

"In answer to your question, I have bought items off of people on a few occasions. But only if I feel I can make some kind of profit from it. Don't let that discourage you though. Bring along something that you think I may be interested in and I'll take a look at it."

"Come by any time."

Len leans back and shrugs one shoulder, showing a certain amount of cool about the whole situation. She could come visit and he could maybe use her as a buyer, that is definitely convenient. At the very least he trusts his instincts enough to hope that she wouldn't just turn him in. It's a strange thing perhaps to rely on, charm, but it's served him well more than a handful of times. Maybe it's not that surprising that he winks.

"I can think of a handful of things you might be interested in, so you're on."

"I can't wait to see what you've got, sweetie."

Using charm was one of her weapons, and one that Bela used rather well. She wasn't trying to play Snart right now or trick him in any way. Snart was not a mark nor a customer. Admittedly, Bela enjoyed the attention that he was giving to her, even the wink.

"So, what did you do for fun back home?"

"Honestly?" It's a good question he supposes, so the real problem is deciding just how honest to be. Ultimately he shrugs, looking at her with a smirk and then leaning back in his seat. "Acquisition, I'd say. My business."

So, stealing. But he doesn't say it like that, because he happens to not be an idiot. "Mostly for a good challenge and a better score."

"Mm, I always liked a challenge myself." And interestingly enough, 'acquisition' is probably the word that Bela would use to describe the work that she did back home.

She takes a sip from her glass, offering him a smirk of her own. "Aside from working I enjoy going out to gala events, art galleries. Things like that."

"Art galleries, really? See, I thought people always just claim that to impress a date." Apparently smirking is something that will happen a lot between them. Leonard leans back, turning his glass in his hands, one finger sliding along the rim. "I like to hit up museums, art galleries, all of that. On and off duty."

Which really speaks for itself.

"Sounds like you're a well-cultured man with impeccable taste, Leonard." Maybe she should tone down the flattery but Bela would argue that it was all part of her charm. "Usually when I hit up museums and art galleries I am on duty."

Best way to scope out a potential target was to spend a few hours in it, pretend that she was part of the event that was going on. There were a few occasions in which Bela did that exact thing here.

"Ever traveled anywhere far?"

"Sounds like you're trying to butter me up for something, Bela." But whether he's responsive or not, at the very least he doesn't seem to mind, his usual almost smile on his lips. "Maybe we'll go together some time anyway. I can show you how to combine business and pleasure."

Besides, if this became an arrangement of sorts, she might be able to tell him what she wanted. Like ordering from a catalogue.

"I travelled to the future. And the past. Does that count?"

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July Catch-All and OPEN to anything!

welcome to the Hotel Castile bar

such a lovely place, such a lovely place

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ICE SKATING

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At the bar with his new bff :D

so not bff

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some dive bar in Maurtia Falls (19th July)

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