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( sara's avoided thoughts about the mayor's announcement like the plague; leaving eudio means leaving way too many people that she cares about, too many people that she loves behind. they'd said that incentives will be fulfilled once everyone's sent home, but even if that's the case, sara knows that once she's back, she'll be right back aboard that timeship, expected to lead her team and to right any and all time aberrations, defeat baddies that threaten to change the world one millisecond at a time.
laurel might wake up in her bed one day, seek out their father. she might remember what had happened to her as if it happened in a dream, wonder how exactly she ended up where she is. quentin might wonder about and thank whatever kind god decided to grant him one of his daughter's lives back to him yet again. and sara won't be there.
so the text is more than welcome; any time she can spend with laurel in the next two months is absolutely precious. )
Free pizza?
You know I'm game
I'll be there soon :)
( you know she's in the right spirit when she's texting smiley faces. sara arrives at laurel's door soon after as promised, knocking. )
laurel might wake up in her bed one day, seek out their father. she might remember what had happened to her as if it happened in a dream, wonder how exactly she ended up where she is. quentin might wonder about and thank whatever kind god decided to grant him one of his daughter's lives back to him yet again. and sara won't be there.
so the text is more than welcome; any time she can spend with laurel in the next two months is absolutely precious. )
Free pizza?
You know I'm game
I'll be there soon :)
( you know she's in the right spirit when she's texting smiley faces. sara arrives at laurel's door soon after as promised, knocking. )
[Laurel opens the door for her with a smile, before stepping back to let her sister in.]
Hey. C'mon in. Root beer?
Hey. C'mon in. Root beer?
It should be here soon.
[And with that, she will wander into the kitchen, fetching two root beers from the fridge and going to sit down next to her.]
I ordered it just before I called you.
[And with that, she will wander into the kitchen, fetching two root beers from the fridge and going to sit down next to her.]
I ordered it just before I called you.
Thank god. ( sara pulls her legs up onto the couch so she can sit cross-legged, taking a sip of her root beer and then setting the bottle down in the little nest her legs have created. )
I'm trying to get my fill of actual, real food before I have to go back to the fabricated stuff on the Waverider.
I'm trying to get my fill of actual, real food before I have to go back to the fabricated stuff on the Waverider.
I'd kick your ass if you made me prance around half naked and you showed up like that
I'm glad you recognize that.
( sara knows for a fact that shit's going to go down once they go back. probably why she's saying screw it and allowing herself to indulge in this opportunity to let off a little bit of steam. pre-tty hard to do this kind of de-stressing on the waverider sometimes. )
I'm glad you recognize that.
( sara knows for a fact that shit's going to go down once they go back. probably why she's saying screw it and allowing herself to indulge in this opportunity to let off a little bit of steam. pre-tty hard to do this kind of de-stressing on the waverider sometimes. )
West, huh?
( thankfully, sara isn't brain-dead; she knows that the re-arrival of a certain iris west caused quite the shakeup of barry's love life — or, you know, so she's heard through the grapevine. she doesn't know if iris has any brothers, or maybe he's just a cousin or something.
either way, it's pretty amusing in a kind of messed up kind of way. ) You are something else, Linda Park.
( the kiss pressed to linda's cheek, the cheesy grin sara wears in the lead up and the aftermath, are pretty clear indicators that she's a million times more impressed than judgmental. things like this are (part of) the reason she likes hanging around linda — and a reason why she takes pre-orders for pancakes very seriously. )
( thankfully, sara isn't brain-dead; she knows that the re-arrival of a certain iris west caused quite the shakeup of barry's love life — or, you know, so she's heard through the grapevine. she doesn't know if iris has any brothers, or maybe he's just a cousin or something.
either way, it's pretty amusing in a kind of messed up kind of way. ) You are something else, Linda Park.
( the kiss pressed to linda's cheek, the cheesy grin sara wears in the lead up and the aftermath, are pretty clear indicators that she's a million times more impressed than judgmental. things like this are (part of) the reason she likes hanging around linda — and a reason why she takes pre-orders for pancakes very seriously. )
I mean, as far as torture goes... ( linda cuts herself off with a draining sip of her mimosa, dropping the empty glass at the far end of the table where it can be swept by a passing busboy or their increasingly bitter waitress. ) It's kind of messed up, actually.
( maybe it's the fact that she and sara have never actually bothered to define their particular brand of Gal Pals that makes it so easy to talk to her. the fact that she knows sara's more likely to enjoy the gossip than feel any sort of jealousy or possessiveness, or that sara's position in their web of paramours makes her perfectly aligned to enjoy the ridiculous situation linda's found herself in — in any case, there's no hesitation as she begins to explain the situation, though it's not an explanation that comes out particularly succintly. )
Like, you know about me and Barry, obviously, and how that's... not a thing anymore, whatever. And Iris is my best friend. I mean, we worked together and she basically saved my life, so. ( linda shrugs a bit, flipping sara's hand under her own, exposing her palm to idly exploring fingertips. ) Wally is Iris' brother, which I guess kind of makes him Barry's brother too? In a... weird way, considering the whole Barry-and-Iris thing.
( sorry, barry. it is weird to be Soulmate Obsessed with your psuedosister. there's no amount of past-tense relationship status that would ever cause linda park to not find that weird as hell. )
Which, I mean, I only found out about the brother part here when I found out they were living together. Wally and Iris.
( a beat, and then, ) I would have preferred to find that out maybe not half-naked in the kitchen, but...
( maybe it's the fact that she and sara have never actually bothered to define their particular brand of Gal Pals that makes it so easy to talk to her. the fact that she knows sara's more likely to enjoy the gossip than feel any sort of jealousy or possessiveness, or that sara's position in their web of paramours makes her perfectly aligned to enjoy the ridiculous situation linda's found herself in — in any case, there's no hesitation as she begins to explain the situation, though it's not an explanation that comes out particularly succintly. )
Like, you know about me and Barry, obviously, and how that's... not a thing anymore, whatever. And Iris is my best friend. I mean, we worked together and she basically saved my life, so. ( linda shrugs a bit, flipping sara's hand under her own, exposing her palm to idly exploring fingertips. ) Wally is Iris' brother, which I guess kind of makes him Barry's brother too? In a... weird way, considering the whole Barry-and-Iris thing.
( sorry, barry. it is weird to be Soulmate Obsessed with your psuedosister. there's no amount of past-tense relationship status that would ever cause linda park to not find that weird as hell. )
Which, I mean, I only found out about the brother part here when I found out they were living together. Wally and Iris.
( a beat, and then, ) I would have preferred to find that out maybe not half-naked in the kitchen, but...
[She wrinkles her nose a bit at that.]
As unappetizing as it sounds, I still wish I could go with you sometimes. Get to travel through time?
As unappetizing as it sounds, I still wish I could go with you sometimes. Get to travel through time?
Lucky for me you won't have to. Found my outfit and just paid for yours.
Hope you're up for sun, sand, and sipping fruity drinks.
[it's not quite jeans and work boots, but he's pretty sure that she's probably going to give him shit for his choice in attire. still, it's appropriate if not a little ridiculous. at least they won't be going to the beach with anyone they know.]
Hope you're up for sun, sand, and sipping fruity drinks.
[it's not quite jeans and work boots, but he's pretty sure that she's probably going to give him shit for his choice in attire. still, it's appropriate if not a little ridiculous. at least they won't be going to the beach with anyone they know.]
Alright, but if it's a Speedo I'm drowning you in the ocean
And I won't feel bad about it either
( this is kind of like foreplay, right? threatening the dude you maybe kind of definitely want to get with's life in one text after the other?
it's worked on other people. but wait, also: )
Thanks.
You bring it on by when you feel like going and I'll change and we'll go
And I won't feel bad about it either
( this is kind of like foreplay, right? threatening the dude you maybe kind of definitely want to get with's life in one text after the other?
it's worked on other people. but wait, also: )
Thanks.
You bring it on by when you feel like going and I'll change and we'll go
I'd drown myself before I wore a Speedo. Who the fuck do you think I am?
[of course it's foreplay. maybe not for the picket fence yearning crowd, but for them? definitely so. but what's more important than text-based foreplay? actual foreplay. which should be happening shortly if all goes well.]
Just finishing lunch and then I'll be on my way over.
[of course it's foreplay. maybe not for the picket fence yearning crowd, but for them? definitely so. but what's more important than text-based foreplay? actual foreplay. which should be happening shortly if all goes well.]
Just finishing lunch and then I'll be on my way over.
( sara sobers a little at that, lets the small smile threatening the corners of her mouth take its rightful place. )
Yeah.
— Yeah, that'd be nice. Maybe once we finally get out of here ...
( she lets that thought linger; look who's finally stopped being so skeptical of everything, be it this city, her incentive, multiple earths... if what the representatives have told them is true, laurel will be alive when sara returns to their world.
traveling through time with her sister sounds pretty damn great. )
Yeah.
— Yeah, that'd be nice. Maybe once we finally get out of here ...
( she lets that thought linger; look who's finally stopped being so skeptical of everything, be it this city, her incentive, multiple earths... if what the representatives have told them is true, laurel will be alive when sara returns to their world.
traveling through time with her sister sounds pretty damn great. )
[She smiles a bit at that, then nods in agreement.]
We'll do that. We'll do so many things.
[They have the time now. Darhk can't take it from them again. She reaches for her sisters hand and gives it a small squeeze before she continues.]
But I want to go home first. I need to check on Dad - make sure he's okay.
We'll do that. We'll do so many things.
[They have the time now. Darhk can't take it from them again. She reaches for her sisters hand and gives it a small squeeze before she continues.]
But I want to go home first. I need to check on Dad - make sure he's okay.
Better not keep me waiting too long
It'd be a pretty bad look for an apparent personal shopper
( but either way, her ass is probably just going to be sitting on her kitchen counter and nursing a beer to pregame while she waits for mr. endless appetite to figure his shit out. it feels right, though, considering who she's waiting on. )
It'd be a pretty bad look for an apparent personal shopper
( but either way, her ass is probably just going to be sitting on her kitchen counter and nursing a beer to pregame while she waits for mr. endless appetite to figure his shit out. it feels right, though, considering who she's waiting on. )
Gonna have to make you wait at least half an hour before we swim anyway... [for once he's not the only one to blame for how long it takes to finish lunch. kara danvers has an appetite that rivals his, making lunch a rather lengthy affair. eventually, however, makes his way toward her place, detouring long enough to change into his beach attire beforehand.
a couple loud taps on the door followed by a loud 'special delivery.' are how he opts to greet her. at least he's being direct, right?]
a couple loud taps on the door followed by a loud 'special delivery.' are how he opts to greet her. at least he's being direct, right?]
( speaking of Bad Looks...
only it's not really as bad as sara's gut reaction makes her think when she flings her door open, but once her eyes acclimate to the sight of the neon flowers adorning the partially open black button down, it's honestly kind of ... good. maybe it's the unexpected nature of mick's appearance, or maybe it's just his appearance here at her door at long last.
she locks eyes with him as she finishes her beer off with a upwards tilt of her chin, greets him with a lowkey, ) Hi.
( right. maybe she should step aside to let him in so they can get this damn show on the road already. )
only it's not really as bad as sara's gut reaction makes her think when she flings her door open, but once her eyes acclimate to the sight of the neon flowers adorning the partially open black button down, it's honestly kind of ... good. maybe it's the unexpected nature of mick's appearance, or maybe it's just his appearance here at her door at long last.
she locks eyes with him as she finishes her beer off with a upwards tilt of her chin, greets him with a lowkey, ) Hi.
( right. maybe she should step aside to let him in so they can get this damn show on the road already. )
Hey. [the reply is as casual as ever, almost as if they haven't been spending the last couple of hours egging each other on and alluding to what he hopes is an explosive conclusion to the day. mick steps inside, cracks something that approximates a smile, and dangles a tiny black shopping bag in front of her face.]
Thought about just giving you an empty bag, but we're not going to the nude beach. [a beat] Maybe next time.
Thought about just giving you an empty bag, but we're not going to the nude beach. [a beat] Maybe next time.
( sara shoots him A Look at that remark, plucks the bag from out of mick's hands. hah. a nude beach. right.
she wastes no time in heading into her bedroom, assuming that he'll make himself right at home — or not, considering it'll take her about all of five seconds to get changed. the empty bottle is discarded on the way with a loud clank, the door's left partially open, and she's pulling her shirt up over her head as she calls in response, slightly delayed, ) Next time, huh.
( her shorts are discarded, as are her underthings, left on the floor for later when she's maybe not in such a hurry. sara likes the bathing suit he'd picked even more than she thought once it's actually on her — who would've thought? it shows off a lot of skin, marked with scars that she wears with pride, hugs her curves pretty nicely. ) I'm glad you're so confident there'll be a next time, ( she can't resist adding as she wiggles jean shorts over her bikini bottoms.
she lets her hair out of the messy bun on top of her head as she reenters the living room, shakes out blondes waves a little, and asks, ) You ready?
she wastes no time in heading into her bedroom, assuming that he'll make himself right at home — or not, considering it'll take her about all of five seconds to get changed. the empty bottle is discarded on the way with a loud clank, the door's left partially open, and she's pulling her shirt up over her head as she calls in response, slightly delayed, ) Next time, huh.
( her shorts are discarded, as are her underthings, left on the floor for later when she's maybe not in such a hurry. sara likes the bathing suit he'd picked even more than she thought once it's actually on her — who would've thought? it shows off a lot of skin, marked with scars that she wears with pride, hugs her curves pretty nicely. ) I'm glad you're so confident there'll be a next time, ( she can't resist adding as she wiggles jean shorts over her bikini bottoms.
she lets her hair out of the messy bun on top of her head as she reenters the living room, shakes out blondes waves a little, and asks, ) You ready?
[normally, he would just pluck a beer from her fridge, drop on her couch, and kick his feet up as if he owned the place, but they're not going to be staying long. not if they're gonna make it to the beach while there's plenty of daylight left at least. he watches her slink off to her bedroom, discarding the empty beer bottle without a second glance, and regards the door left slightly ajar. with a shrug of his shoulders, he follows just a few paces behind. mick stops at her doorway, leaning against the frame as she carries on her conversation, paying him little mind in the process. ]
Gideon tried to talk to me about something called 'the power of positivity' once. Figured I'd try it on for size.
[much as he'd like to stand there and continue to watch her slip into the suit, there's something to be said about a surprise reveal, so before she's done he makes his way back into her living room and relaxes on the couch until she's returned, fully changed into an outfit which gives him a hell of a lot more to look at than anything he's seen her in thus far. sex on a stick? thy name is sara lance.
bless his heart he manages to avoid a catcall or anything that might result in a punch to the face or swift kick to the goods, but mick's eyebrows rise as his gaze moves up and down taking in every little detail.] Been ready. Need anything else before we head out?
Gideon tried to talk to me about something called 'the power of positivity' once. Figured I'd try it on for size.
[much as he'd like to stand there and continue to watch her slip into the suit, there's something to be said about a surprise reveal, so before she's done he makes his way back into her living room and relaxes on the couch until she's returned, fully changed into an outfit which gives him a hell of a lot more to look at than anything he's seen her in thus far. sex on a stick? thy name is sara lance.
bless his heart he manages to avoid a catcall or anything that might result in a punch to the face or swift kick to the goods, but mick's eyebrows rise as his gaze moves up and down taking in every little detail.] Been ready. Need anything else before we head out?
It's not a bad look on you, ( she says, maybe referring to this strange, newfound optimism of his, or perhaps that ridiculous floral button down he wears so unashamedly. sara puts her hands on her hips while she contemplates what else they might need — and maybe just to give mick more time to brazenly let his gaze sweep over her; she'd be lying if she said she doesn't enjoy it.
but there's a moment of realization, and she dashes back into her room for a hot second, returning with two towels draped over her arm. hell, she'd almost grabbed only one just to prove a point, but maybe they'll need an extra to dry off if they decide to take a little dip in the ocean. resourcefulness: just another reason why captain lance is good at her job. )
Alright. Let's get this show on the road. ( you know, this feels like the perfect opportunity to get really close, maybe stand on her tiptoes a little, brandishing her trademark Sara Lance Smirk™️ as she leans closer and —
shoves the towels against his chest for him to carry, gets back down to her own level, and opens the front door. to the beach! )
but there's a moment of realization, and she dashes back into her room for a hot second, returning with two towels draped over her arm. hell, she'd almost grabbed only one just to prove a point, but maybe they'll need an extra to dry off if they decide to take a little dip in the ocean. resourcefulness: just another reason why captain lance is good at her job. )
Alright. Let's get this show on the road. ( you know, this feels like the perfect opportunity to get really close, maybe stand on her tiptoes a little, brandishing her trademark Sara Lance Smirk™️ as she leans closer and —
shoves the towels against his chest for him to carry, gets back down to her own level, and opens the front door. to the beach! )
Ain't a bad look on you either. [the meaning behind his gruff statement a bit more obvious what with the roaming eyes. mick's not the type to lie, whether to spare feelings, or, as in this case, downplay what he believes to be true.
sara's hot. like sex on the beach hot, which if he plays his cards right seems like they're working toward. his face breaks out into a grin as she hurries off, presumably to grab those last minute items. he's still lost in a daydream when he returns.
caught unawares, he startles ever just so as she shoves the towels in his direction. mick mutters something akin to 'fucking sneaky ninja' under his breath as she saunters past him to the door.]
Just for that, I'm making you drive.
[mick tosses the keys in her general direction, confident that her lightning quick reflexes will mean she doesn't drop them. the truck is parked just outside. it's hardly new but she should just be happy his vehicle isn't one of those compact numbers that the citizens here are so fond of.
sara's hot. like sex on the beach hot, which if he plays his cards right seems like they're working toward. his face breaks out into a grin as she hurries off, presumably to grab those last minute items. he's still lost in a daydream when he returns.
caught unawares, he startles ever just so as she shoves the towels in his direction. mick mutters something akin to 'fucking sneaky ninja' under his breath as she saunters past him to the door.]
Just for that, I'm making you drive.
[mick tosses the keys in her general direction, confident that her lightning quick reflexes will mean she doesn't drop them. the truck is parked just outside. it's hardly new but she should just be happy his vehicle isn't one of those compact numbers that the citizens here are so fond of.
Alright, but don't be mad if I'm rusty.
( said as she, of course, deftly catches the keys with one hand and traipses right on out of her apartment, trusting that he'll lock the door behind him. a big old truck's a hell of a lot different than a big ol' time ship.
but then, sliding into the front seat, worn leather against mostly-bare thighs, and turning on the ignition to bring the truck rumbling to life, she realizes that — like with most things in her life — it's all second nature. sara pulls into the road and it's off to the beach for the two of them.
there's an ill-concealed smile as she turns her head just enough to glance at him, quips, ) Put some tunes on, will you?
( said as she, of course, deftly catches the keys with one hand and traipses right on out of her apartment, trusting that he'll lock the door behind him. a big old truck's a hell of a lot different than a big ol' time ship.
but then, sliding into the front seat, worn leather against mostly-bare thighs, and turning on the ignition to bring the truck rumbling to life, she realizes that — like with most things in her life — it's all second nature. sara pulls into the road and it's off to the beach for the two of them.
there's an ill-concealed smile as she turns her head just enough to glance at him, quips, ) Put some tunes on, will you?
Don't wreck my truck. [he threatens, locking up behind her as he dutifully follows along.
of course, the threat turns out to be entirely unnecessary, because while driving a truck isn't anything like driving a timeship, it is like riding a bicycle, all muscle memory once the nerves die down. sara handles his ride, unsurprisingly, like a champ, hands casually drifting along the wheel as she hurries down the road toward the beach.
he grins at her, has a fleeting thought about bonnie and clyde, and how maybe if they weren't tasked with keeping the world safe, if she didn't have her thing with snart — which he still hasn't gotten a full explanation of and has only gleaned from those times he's observed them together — that maybe just maybe they could take over the world with one another. or paint the town red. or at least have a damn good time.
so when she urges him to fill the silence in the cab with the sound of music, he's all to quick to oblige, fiddling with the dial until a familiar song comes through amidst the static. it's not beach going music, but it seems fitting that this be the song that plays while he admires her for not the first and certainly not the last time.] I love the 70s.
of course, the threat turns out to be entirely unnecessary, because while driving a truck isn't anything like driving a timeship, it is like riding a bicycle, all muscle memory once the nerves die down. sara handles his ride, unsurprisingly, like a champ, hands casually drifting along the wheel as she hurries down the road toward the beach.
he grins at her, has a fleeting thought about bonnie and clyde, and how maybe if they weren't tasked with keeping the world safe, if she didn't have her thing with snart — which he still hasn't gotten a full explanation of and has only gleaned from those times he's observed them together — that maybe just maybe they could take over the world with one another. or paint the town red. or at least have a damn good time.
so when she urges him to fill the silence in the cab with the sound of music, he's all to quick to oblige, fiddling with the dial until a familiar song comes through amidst the static. it's not beach going music, but it seems fitting that this be the song that plays while he admires her for not the first and certainly not the last time.] I love the 70s.
( the song cuts through static, carries through the cab of the truck, and sara immediately turns her head fully towards mick, staring at him with a mystified sense of disbelief, smile curling into the corners of her mouth — a silent are you hearing this?
except she should probably keep her eyes on the road. her fingers flex against the steering wheel, full-on grinning as she tries in vain to keep looking forward. love, love will keep us together...
it feels like some kind of cosmic sign. you know, if sara really believed in that kind of thing. if she did, she'd think that captain & tennille might be telling them something. sara mouths along to the words without even thinking about it, making a turn down the street towards parking for the beach. )
Hell of a song.
except she should probably keep her eyes on the road. her fingers flex against the steering wheel, full-on grinning as she tries in vain to keep looking forward. love, love will keep us together...
it feels like some kind of cosmic sign. you know, if sara really believed in that kind of thing. if she did, she'd think that captain & tennille might be telling them something. sara mouths along to the words without even thinking about it, making a turn down the street towards parking for the beach. )
Hell of a song.
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