[He doesn't comment at the speed at which Piper finishes his drink, just leisurely sips his own and gets the attention of the waitress. Seems like they definitely need another round.]
Well, he hooked up with Harley Quinn, apparently. Which might have been some mutual narcissism more than a relationship, but that might be as close as he gets.
[ Oh, okay. Piper should definitely not have another scotch and soda without ordering food to go along with it. When the waitress comes back over at Len's gesture, Piper orders a couple of sliders to go with his drink. ]
What, romantically? We've been friends for a long time, that's all.
[ He rolls his eyes at the "put up with" comment, though he's glad for the diversion. ]
Mick "puts up with" me, too, you know, and there's no attraction there. Hell, I'd probably still put up with most of the other Rogues, and they're way more hard to get along with than I am.
[ Once a Rogue, always a Rogue. Except Roscoe, because fuck that guy. ]
[He's known some of the assholes Mick had chosen to befriend and he's criticised him to his face, he feels pretty justified making that claim.]
We never got to that point. Rogues. You say it like there's a capital R. Most I ever had was Lisa and Mick. Then the time travel team, but that was a hero gig. Ain't counting that.
[ Piper frowns when Len mentions Lisa—not the usual disapproving frown he usually has around Cold, but something distant and sad. But he hides it quickly enough, replaced with an odd sort of nostalgia. ]
I can't imagine the Flash without the Rogues. Though I think it actually kept some of us from causing more trouble for him on our own. I'll give the Cold in my world one thing, he was strict with the rules: no drugs, no killing unless absolutely necessary—and never a Flash. No hurting women or kids, either, not that most of us wanted to in the first place.
I have a code too. [Not that dissimilar, come to think of it, even if every now and then a code was more of a guideline.] These days the rule is not to do anything I can't get Mick to stop talking about by taking of my shirt.
[It's a good rule to live by, all things considered. Right now the quip also serves to distract him from that inkling of something where Lisa is concerned. His sister, in any universe. He'd want her safe.]
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I don't kill. I don't maim, if I have the choice. Or if someone's really asking for it.
Honestly, I haven't tested the full extent, some of this stuff just seems best avoided when dating someone who's trying to stay on the straight and narrow. He don't mind the stealing too much, but I ain't about to pile onto the moral conflict.
[Not that he was ever going to stop stealing, but hey. It got them a nice place.]
The bills for the free healthcare and all, I'm sure. [ He says it dryly, almost a joke, but again, without judgement. As long as Len's not hurting anyone or getting Mick into trouble, Piper doesn't actually care that he's not reformed. It makes more sense to him this way, anyway.
The waitress comes back with food and drink refills. Len was right, the service here is excellent. He takes a sip of his drink and a thought occurs to him. ]
You aren't a stingy tipper, are you? Cold in our world always was, even after a big score. Unless he was trying to charm the waitress, which never worked.
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[He doesn't comment at the speed at which Piper finishes his drink, just leisurely sips his own and gets the attention of the waitress. Seems like they definitely need another round.]
Tell me what he says if you ever ask him.
[Subtlety, nailed.]
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[ Oh, okay. Piper should definitely not have another scotch and soda without ordering food to go along with it. When the waitress comes back over at Len's gesture, Piper orders a couple of sliders to go with his drink. ]
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[Skirting the line of that subtlety, so he figures he can make up for it with a playful dig.]
Though that might just be cause I was wondering why else he'd put up with you. That's like Mick putting up with me, it's gotta be attraction.
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[ He rolls his eyes at the "put up with" comment, though he's glad for the diversion. ]
Mick "puts up with" me, too, you know, and there's no attraction there. Hell, I'd probably still put up with most of the other Rogues, and they're way more hard to get along with than I am.
[ Once a Rogue, always a Rogue. Except Roscoe, because fuck that guy. ]
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[He's known some of the assholes Mick had chosen to befriend and he's criticised him to his face, he feels pretty justified making that claim.]
We never got to that point. Rogues. You say it like there's a capital R. Most I ever had was Lisa and Mick. Then the time travel team, but that was a hero gig. Ain't counting that.
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[ Piper frowns when Len mentions Lisa—not the usual disapproving frown he usually has around Cold, but something distant and sad. But he hides it quickly enough, replaced with an odd sort of nostalgia. ]
I can't imagine the Flash without the Rogues. Though I think it actually kept some of us from causing more trouble for him on our own. I'll give the Cold in my world one thing, he was strict with the rules: no drugs, no killing unless absolutely necessary—and never a Flash. No hurting women or kids, either, not that most of us wanted to in the first place.
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[It's a good rule to live by, all things considered. Right now the quip also serves to distract him from that inkling of something where Lisa is concerned. His sister, in any universe. He'd want her safe.]
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[ As much as he doesn't want to talk about Len and Mick's personal lives, he also really, really does not want to talk about Lisa. ]
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Honestly, I haven't tested the full extent, some of this stuff just seems best avoided when dating someone who's trying to stay on the straight and narrow. He don't mind the stealing too much, but I ain't about to pile onto the moral conflict.
[Not that he was ever going to stop stealing, but hey. It got them a nice place.]
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[ He's seen what a cold gun can do without fatal intent, and that's more than enough, thanks. ]
Out of curiosity, though, how much stealing?
[ He doesn't actually sound judgmental, for once. It's more a mild, conversational sort of professional curiosity. ]
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[Since they were being honest here. And now he's smiling, because stealing seems like a safer topic with these reformed people.]
Pays the bills.
[Which is saying something, given the independent housing he purchased.]
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The waitress comes back with food and drink refills. Len was right, the service here is excellent. He takes a sip of his drink and a thought occurs to him. ]
You aren't a stingy tipper, are you? Cold in our world always was, even after a big score. Unless he was trying to charm the waitress, which never worked.
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Besides, stealing is fun. He's never had any inclination to go without it. It's what he's learned, it's what he's good at.]
Nah. I always tip well. [And yet Leonard also turns his head to flash a smile to the waitress.] Don't I?
[Evidently charming waitresses is something that works for him too.]
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[ He starts on his food, picking at his fries as he glances around the restaurant. ]
...So was there a specific reason that you wanted to get drinks?