Sara cleared her throat softly, Cisco just knew how to ask the million dollar questions. Her hands smoothed over her jeans as they walked, the distance between them narrowing. “I don’t think you’d approve of my job..my old job. I was in the league and I used to kill people for a living. They weren’t good people and I know you won’t understand but sometimes blood needs to be spilled to bring some form of justice. Maybe it’s just vengeance, depends on what one finds most just.” She shrugged with a slight downward curve along her lips, “now I’m a bartender at Verdant. Oliver’s club…well now Thea’s club actually.” Sara could feel eyes on the two, her body angled towards the street taking in the dew stricken pavement. Every shadow and flicker of light refracted in it seemed to carry it’s own explanation. One move uncounted for signaled trouble, ebbing far and away as if the thing that commanded the shadow was on the move. “Cisco..go inside.”
Cisco’s smile disappeared as she talked about killing people. As they walked closer and closer together, he felt their arms brush against each other with every other step. “Ooooh, a bartender? Maybe you can teach me some of your tricks.” He said, feeling Sara tense up as she looked around. He looked around as well, and saw nothing. “Why? Everything is fine, Sara. Let’s just both go inside and get some din–” His sentence ended abruptly, and he was suddenly on the ground, not sure of what was happening.
Cisco backup 