Leonard Snart // Captain Cold - IC Inbox

[hypothermic]

ID: coldasice

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[trigeminalheadache]

[ She feels like she should get that, but her brain just can't turn it over. She still isn't sleeping much. ]

BBQ?

[hypothermic]

Beef. BBQ. Cooking meat. Mick setting a guy on fire.

Not so good at the word association games, are we Caity Cat?

[trigeminalheadache]

Please don't call me that.

[hypothermic]

You know what goes well with beef?

Gin.

[trigeminalheadache]

I'm partial to vodka. Or a beer.

[hypothermic]

You know what goes well with vodka?

Everything.

What say you and me find a dark corner in a dim bar and get our drink on.

[trigeminalheadache]

[ Should she be venturing out of a locked room right now? No. Should she be drinking right now? Again, no. Should she be drinking right now with Leonard Snart? Definitely not. But she hasn't left Cisco's in a week. And maybe a drink or two would help relax her. ]

I don't suppose you happen to have a key for a locked bar?

[hypothermic]

Where we're going we won't need a key.

Nobody knows about it but me and Mick. It's a total dive. Just our style.

[trigeminalheadache]

I will trust you on this.

[hypothermic]

Don't forget who's got the cold gun.

He better bring a sweater if he decides to come after us. It's going to get chilly.

[trigeminalheadache]

It might not hold him for very long.

I don't know that he'd think to look for me right now.

[hypothermic]

The last place anyone would look for a girl like you? At a bar drinking with a guy like me.

You're safe. Let's get going.

[trigeminalheadache]

You make an excellent point.

You're the one who knows where we're going.