Hartley sighed, continuing to drink the cider. “The only stupid thing that I could see myself doing would be sleeping with you tonight, to be honest. Am I supposed to feel different? The movies grossly overplayed this ‘drunkness thing’. Hey, I do have something I could ramble about though. I heard that you created the Rogues’ weapons? The Cold Gun. And that it originally was a weapon against a speedster. Or Barry, right? To protect against Barry.”
“Movies always grossly overplay drunkenness, Hartley.” Cisco laughed, leaning back into the couch, preparing himself to sit though whatever the other was about to ramble on about. “Okay, yeah. I didn’t make them for the rogues. Snart stole that. But yes, I made it for protection against any speedster we were to come up against, and I didn’t really know how Barry was going to turn out. He obviously turned good, so I modified some things to protect The Flash from the cold gun. Anything else?”
Cisco backup 