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you come on like a flame

WHO: Leonard Snart & Mick Rory
WHERE: Around Heropa
WHEN: idk, tonight?
WHAT: In Which There Is A Date
WARNINGS: nah, but will edit if necessary

Thanks to one Dorian Gray, Mick's actually dressed nice for this. Not super fancy, but nice. He's even made an effort not to get Matches' little white strands of dog hair all over it.

Right. This is fine, everything is fine. It's not like he hasn't spent time with Len before, this shouldn't be that much different, right? (It sure felt different.) He licks his lips, takes a breath and puts on a smile before knocking on Cold's door.

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It doesn't take long for Leonard to open the door. He hasn't had anyone's help getting dressed, but arguably he also doesn't require it. At the very least he has no insecurities over his outfit, not that he looks much different than usual, jeans and leather jacket. But he does notice the change in Mick's attire, letting his eyes wander down and back up before flashing a smirk.

"Looking good."

Now that Mick is actually letting himself acknowledge this thing between them was a thing, it's amazing how good Len looking at him like that makes him feel. He smiles.

"I'd tell you the same, but you're always looking good."

He gestures down the hall, in the general direction of the door. "Ready to go?"

"You think so? Thanks." No, he's not about to blush, but it's not as if he actually walks through life thinking about how he looks. He just gives off that air. "Ready, yeah."

Len puts a hand in his pocket and starts walking next to Mick, partly to prevent any hand-holding that might occur. "So, what are we going to watch?"

Mick leads the way, smiling and feeling a little bit awkward.

"Well, you got a choice." He puts up one finger. "There's this new flick out called the Vinyl Curtain. Revenge movie, y'know? Guy's disco club gets burned down by the mafia."

As they leave the house, Mick shrugs up into his nice new jacket.

"Second choice," he puts up a second finger, "I found this old vintage sorta theatre that plays the classics. And it's October, so… how you feel about the Rocky Horror Picture Show?"

So that gives him the choice between watching Mick watch a movie with fire in it, which was bound to make their focus shift, or Rocky Horror Picture Show, which was objectively amazing. Not much of a choice, really. "I like Rocky Horror."

Perhaps not much of a surprise for anyone who knows him and the movie, but he's not sure whether either is true enough for Mick just yet.

"Did you go shopping? Now I gotta step it up."

"Thought you might."

Mick flashes him a smile, warm and honestly, earnestly pleased. It's a very Mick sort of smile.

"Thought I should dress as nice as you for once. You like it?"

Please like it. Oh god, please. He put so much effort into looking good for you, Len. And he likes it when you like him.

It is a Mick sort of smile and it tightens his chest a lot. He knows that none of his smiles ever look like that, but there's something to the fact that he can make the man look at him like that. It feels strange. Unreal, even. But it also feels good.

"Yeah. Almost as much as when you're shirtless." He isn't about to start denying how much he appreciates that look, but his smile still softens. "You look great."

His smile takes on a teasing air. "I know."

Though he breaks his gaze, just a bit embarrassed by himself. Seriously, he's dated before. It shouldn't feel like reinventing the wheel.

"Thanks."

He clears his throat. "Place we're going to ain't that far, turns out, just a coupla blocks. We can walk it, easy."

And it might be nice to spend the walk talking. Hopefully without Mick putting his foot in his mouth. When he'd first got the idea for this, he'd wanted this as a sort of test to see if him and Len could work. But he's realized by now that he actually wants this to work. Makes a man a bit nervous, what can he say.

"Good planning." Which is unusual, he's used to doing the planning. However, he's not used to dating. It's all a bit of a mess, on the whole. "So, how's it go? Next date, I'm doing the plotting?" Plotting is probably not the right word for a date. This is ridiculous, because even if he might not have dating experience, he certainly has experience in other areas, he's more than old enough and he has never been the nervous type. But he's nervous now, much as he's trying to pretend that he's not.

"S. My dating knowledge comes from movies I didn't pay attention to. You'll have to teach me. What's a good move?"

"I think we could take turns. If you're good enough for a second date, y'know."

His mouth twitches with a grin. "But calling it plotting sounds like pulling a job. There's a good move -- not knocking over a bank halfway through."

Is he teasing him too much? Len can be so hard to read -- but then again, after all the teasing he's put Mick through maybe he should be able to take it as well as dish it.

"I'd never do that. For a date?" Len doesn't seem insulted, why would he? He can take as good as he gives. So instead he smiles. "I'd go after a jewellery store."

Not that he's ever been on a date before. Robbing jewellery stores however? Oh yes. More than just once. But he's here with someone reformed and contrary to popular belief, he really doesn't want Mick to fall back on old habits. "I'm a romantic."

Mick can't help but laugh at that. "Very romantic. If I were ten years younger I'd take you up on that."

And he probably would too. He never really dated 'within the business' as it were, but if he did that definitely sounds like the sort of thing he would've done. Though if you were completely honest with himself, it would've been more like two years rather than ten years.

By now they've reached the small, almost dingy but in a charming way vintage theatre. It even has one of those classic glass booths at the front to get the tickets.

"I'm picking this one up, don't worry."

"Tell me if you're ever feeling young." It might be a serious offer or just a joke, who can even tell? Leonard's face is somehow at once expressive and also impossible to read. But it's not really his intention for Mick to relapse, not knowing what else that is tied to.

!Then I'll pay next time." If there is a next time. This is how it works, he assumes, hands in his pockets as he watches Mick. "Thanks anyway."

Mick snorts, but drops the first thread of conversation. He doesn't really want to tell Len how tempting that really is. He misses being a Rogue. He misses being able to set fires and have it be part of a game, instead of the sick sense of dread he gets at the idea of setting them now, knowing it'd feel like a relief to let go. And that worries him.

But this is a date, and dates are supposed to be fun, so he smiles and buys the tickets and offers one to Len.

"Two Adults. Let's hope you won't get ID'd, babyface."

"You joke, but that happened to me on the regular till my thirties." The grey hair helps, he assumes, and that at least some wrinkles are showing these days. "Nothing like pulling off a job and going out of a drink but then not getting one cause you forgot ID."

Slightly embarrassing, actually, but thankfully shooting the ceiling and jumping on the bar making demands still worked like a charm. He nods inside as Mick receives the tickets. "If we don't get red vines, I'm leaving."

There is a genuine smile - by his standards - accompanying that. Who needs maturity?

Mick chuckles at the story, he can definitely picture that happening. "We usually just skipped straight to the shooting the ceiling thing. You walk into a bar in costume and –– he shrugs. No civvies, no service, I guess."

He smiles, warm and inviting. "If they don't have red vines, I'll file a complaint."

"Yeah, you lot do the costume thing a lot more committed than I bothered with..." Maybe he'd have worked up to that, who knows. Not that important as one of the Legends, he'd been busier dressing period appropriate. Which worked well enough for him.

It's still so strange, to look at Mick's smile. Never does he look less like the other Mick than with that expression, but that doesn't stop it from affecting him. He comes close to smiling back, which is saying a lot. "Going the legal way? Naturally."

"Seems like everything's a bit toned down in your world." Which he isn't judging, from the thoughtful tone of his voice. He's so used to how ridiculous his world is, it's always odd seeing it from a different perspective. Before he came here, he wore his costume far, far more often than civvies.

"Gotta keep up with my reformation, sorry if it's boring." But he's smiling as they approach the snack stand.

"Don't know about boring. Different. You make it look good." He lets Mick take the lead, though he stays next to him. He can always pay for the next date, which shouldn't really be any problem given the plans he has in the works. "I just don't kill. For you, I was even an extra good boy and didn't kill the coward that tried to shoot you in the back."

That had been an eventful day. Almost dying from burns. He wasn't sure if he preferred it to freezing alive.

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