Emrys laughed, shaking his head. “I’m kidding. While I’m not a killer, you don’t seem the type okay with me beating the shit out of people, and that’s my method. It’s interesting you offered though. Might want to be a bit more selective about these things. I could’ve been a murderer.”
“Okay. Whatever works is fine. If you’re ever in a tight spot and need some help, my number is on that card. Don’t hesitate to give me a call, yeah?” Cisco said as he stuffed his wallet back into his pocket. He glanced at his watch before looking back up to the man. “Thanks again for your help, but I’m running late. Good luck with uh, everything.” He said before turning around a jogging down the alley toward the busy, bustling street.
“Childhood breakfast?” Cisco said, raising an eyebrow at her before turning and grabbing the frozen treats, a few spoons, a soda for himself, and a beer for Violet. He juggled them all in his arms as he cautiously walked over to the couch and dropped them in the vacant spot next to Violet. “Pick your stuff out, I’m running to the bathroom before we start the movie.”
Violet sighed and rolled off of him. “Roy is this guy that looks like a male model and is my fake brother on the Oliver side. You know Brangelina? Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie? I’ve come up with a super name for my fake parents. Either Feliver or Olicity. I’ll have to see what comes more naturally.”
As she continued talking, he walked to the kitchen to get the ice cream and drinks. “Mint Chocolate chip or severely freezerburnt cookie dough? Wine, beer, or soda?” He asked, standing next to the fridge.
“I’m plotting how to start a new ice age,” Cold said in a monotone, though he was of course just joking. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He asked motioning to the drink in front of him. Suddenly he grinned a little and turned towards Cisco, “You’re not keeping tabs on me, are you?”
Not funny, Captain Cold. Cisco thought to himself whilst looking over the man. “Oh, well obviously.” Cisco scoffed, flagging the bartender down for a beer. “Of course I keep tabs on you, I have to make sure you keep your end of the deal,” he said, moving down a chair and taking a sip from his beer.
Jason shook his head. “Never mind.” He offered with a rueful smile, in case he offended the man again. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “Your co-worker’s a doctor but you’re not? Where are you working that you need a doctor on-hand?” He complied with the other man’s probing fingers, lifting up his chin. “That’s a relief.” He muttered. A few stitches didn’t bother him. He’d had worse, and he wasn’t concerned with adding a few more scars to his collection.
“I’m a mechanical engineer at S.T.A.R. labs. I know enough to patch someone up, so that’s something,“ Cisco laughed, gently cleaning the blood from the man’s face. “I still don’t completely understand…..” Cisco trailed, putting the butterfly bandages across the lacerations. “You’re all set.” He said with a smile before turning back to the bar.
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