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[kelvins]

un: burninate

[fade into a middle aged bald man, sporting a very serious face as he pours himself a healthy double of whiskey over ice. behind him is a healthy assortment of bottles of all shapes and sizes, various shades ranging from clear to amber to dark almost black.

he takes a deliberate swill before clearing his throat. this little display? mick rory coming to you live from criminales.]

Name's Mick. I figure since the city was nice enough to let me have this bar, the least I could do was let all of you have something nice too.

So for the next month, we've got half price drinks at CriminALES. Don't get used to it though.

Oh and if you're looking for a job, I could use a hand. Benefits include a paycheck. You still have to pay for your drinks and no you can't have 'em on the clock.

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[kelvins]

How's a week's worth of pay sound?

[atms]

Deal.

[ if he loses, he'll just mooch off of mick. he's a terrible friend. ]

I can be there in five, if you're not busy.

[kelvins]

[at the end of the day, the winnings aren't what's important. mick would gladly give len the shirt of his back if needed. it's just nice actually getting to see his friend.]

Swing by whenever you feel like. I'll clear my calendar to whoop your ass.

[atms]

[ he doesn't actually reply. instead, he just meanders on over to the bar and, sure enough, is there almost exactly five minutes later. ]

Ready to lose some money, Mick?

[kelvins]

[five minutes later the creaking of the door to criminales signals len's arrival. bless him for being punctual. mick is just finishing his drink by the time leonard's made his way to him.]

Awful cocky for someone who's gonna lose.

[mick hops out from behind the bar to the side of the bar that sports a pool table and dart board. he yanks the two sets of darts from the wall, handing a set to snart as he settles beside him.] Cricket? Best of three?

[atms]

Ah, but I aim to win.

[ ... literally, since they're playing darts. ]

Sounds good. [ he rolls his darts around in his off-hand. gives mick a sideways smirk. ] I'll even be nice and let you go first.

[kelvins]

You should aim to open your wallet. [he sees len's pun and raises him an exaggerated eyeroll.]

You'll let me, huh? Just like I let you drink here, I guess.

[the tone is firm but there's a grin which tugs at the corners of his mouth which suggests it's all part of the playful banter which accompanies a friendly match. mick takes aim at the board and releases the dart with a flick of his wrist. it lands at the fifteen. the next two shots are wide, just narrowly missing their intended targets and mick grunts in complaint as he goes to mark off his score and retrieve his darts before it's len's turn.]

Speaking of, you want a beer?

[atms]

That depends. [ he drawls out the words as he aims and throws the first dart. ] Is it good beer?

[ the tosses the next two in quick succession and... none of them quite go where he wants them to. talk about terrible luck. ]

[kelvins]

Define good beer. [mick queries as he heads over to the cooler to grab a two bottles and cracks a smile when he notices the leonard's darts don't quite make the mark.]

It gets me buzzed, so it's good enough for me. Not quite as good as Al Capone's bathtub hooch but not bad?

[atms]

[ leonard turns on his heel and pins mick with a look that is somehow both incredibly envious and like a kid at christmas. ]

You went to 20s Chicago? [ tell him everything. ]

[kelvins]

I did. [if mick's grin looks like he's massively pleased, well it's because he is, at least about besting al capone and helping keep history intact. less so when he thinks about how he had been hallucinating leonard snart at the time. he takes a sip of his beer to chase those thoughts away. no need to burden snart with that now.]

Who'd be better at beating a criminal than another one, right?

[atms]

[ if they were sitting down, this is about where len would lean in, all excited and failing to hide it. as it is, he seems to completely forget about the darts game for a moment. ]

What were you after? How'd you do it? [ tell him everything. ]

[kelvins]

[it's okay, len. mick's got the excitement bit covered for them both, rubbing his hands together as he sets the scene.]

Pretty's time earthquake machine tells us that history's being changed in a big way... we go to the 20's. I'm stuck babysitting Elliot Ness from getting himself a pair of cement shoes.

Lance and Stein end up getting caught by Damien Darhk and a speedster. The rest of the goody goodies argue over how to save them. They're clueless though, so I take charge. [he wishes leonard had been there to see it, really there, rather than those hallucinations he'd experienced during their time in the 20's, feels like he'd have been proud. hopes len would've been proud.]

Tommy guns might not be my heat gun, but they're alright.