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Knapsack over shoulder, papers in arms, coffee in hand. Clark rushed down the sidewalk when his shoulder collided with another, sending papers and coffee flying. “Oh goodness, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He looked up at the other, pushing his glasses up on his face.
“Ohmygosh, that’s so nice!” Ray’s words slurred as he grinned at the woman. “Birds are nice, just like you!” He said, pointing a long finger in her direction. His head was swimming. Foggy. Wired. He blinked a few times as he processed her question.
“Drink. Yes. I had a long island iced tea, a few foofy fruity drinks, and some, uh….white claws? Those are great! Those weren’t a thing last time I was here.” Here as in central city, current timeline, as opposed to another city, another time. Ray giggled to himself, remembering his adventures through time.
She chuckled a little and shook her head. Calculating the amount of alcohol in those drinks, Wren was surprised that he wasn’t even more inebriated. Did he have a plan for getting home? She poked around in his brain, at the surface thoughts, but it was a mess. No luck there.
Wren downed a big gulp of her drink, nodding her head. “Mm, those all sound good. The fruit ones, especially.” She cocked her head to one side. “You heading home? Got a ride?”
“Do I?” Ray checked his pockets for keys, patting each pocket with a floppy hand. “Ah. Keys! ‘M not driving though. Sara wouldn’t even let me drive the waverider, and that was when I was sober!” Wait, why did he say that? The words spilled out of his lips before he could stop them, and at this point, he didn’t really care.
“I’ll probably hail a cab, maybe. Or walk. “m not far.” Ray was, in fact, far from home. He lived across town, and he was only at this bar because of a meeting earlier in the day.
It had been a week since Ray had finished his classes & paperwork at the academy, meaning he was officially a firefighter. He’d received his assignment, and was parked outside, staring at the large garage doors that hid the firetrucks between calls. Butterflies filled his stomach, and a smile was brought to his face. These were good butterflies. He was going to be helping people, saving lives.
He began walking up the driveway, entering the firehouse through the front door. He heard voices, so he called out. “Hello? Can anybody point me in the right direction? I’m the new recruit.”
bobby looked up when he heard a new voice calling from the lower deck. he stood up and looked over the railing of the top floor and smiled down at the new guy, offering a wave. “come on up here. i’m captain nash.” he turned to the rest of the team who all had knowing smirks on their faces. it was time to get their newest recruit settled in to the station. “you’re gonna have a good time here,” he told the man, motioning to the table. “go ahead and take a seat and grab a bite to eat while we have time.”
Ray looked up when the Captain called down to him, giving a small wave back. He jogged up the stairs to where everyone was gathered, offering another wave to everyone. Ray nodded his head at the Captain, taking one of the empty seats that were settled next to each other. He made up a plate for himself and smiled up at everyone before speaking. “I’m Ray. I’m looking forward to working with you all,” his voice was very formal, as he was used to being very cordial with coworkers. He nodded his head again before taking a bite of his meal.
Cisco backup 