Meme: Rogues' Bar

[soundslikeafather]

What the hell kind of bar is this, anyhow?

1) Post
2) Tag around
3) Try to not disturb the peace?
4) ???
5) Profit.

Open to all, whether a Flash Rogue or not, or even not even part of any Flash canon.

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eobard thawne cw (aka that douchebag)

[hsalf]

[He's not only seated by the bar drinking a glass of whiskey, but he's also eating an order of bar fries. If there's two things he loves, it's alcohol and greasy fast food - two things his metabolism gets rid of any adverse effects for. Also not pretending to be some guy who has been dead for centuries, yada yada you get it. He's not wearing his uniform but his Reverse Flash ring is on his left hand if there's any doubt.

DARE YOU APPROACH because he's here to have a good time.]

[ireysponsible]

[ When you're six, there are very clear rules about what to do when you get lost. Stop running and getting yourself more lost. Go inside where there will be people and security cameras if you don't see a police officer. Text dad with a picture of your location from the Maps app and stay put until he gets here.

Well, that last one is hard, especially when Irey is thirsty and hungry. Since there isn't a McDonald's in sight, this will have to do. It's a bit of a wriggly climb onto the bar stool, and her feet don't hit the crossbar once she's there, instead free to kick the bar in a tattoo that already has the bartender's attention before she slaps her Monster High wallet on the counter. ]

Barkeep! I'll have a Shirley Temple on the rocks and some of those fries there.

[ What? She likes to watch old Westerns. ]

[hsalf]

[He's in the middle of his drink when he hears the underside of the bar table getting kicked and he has to quickly swallow as opposed to savor when he sees a child. Who the hell runs a bar and lets a six year old get past the front door?

...Then again, this is a bar that lets known criminals drink and play pool, so it's not particularly high on morals.

But he's just going to give the bartender a look. The kind that says "you aren't actually going to give a child an alcoholic drink right?" and the bartender is silently agreeing with a look that says "hell no" so all is still sane in the world. She'll get some fries though, free of charge.

He's just going to take another sip of drink and do his best inconspicuous glance around the area to find a parent because SERIOUSLY...]

[ireysponsible]

[ To be fair, a Shirley Temple isn't alcoholic. It's Sprite mixed with the juice from a maraschino cherry jar. Unfortunately, this isn't the sort of establishment that stocks maraschinos, so it's simply soda that get plunked in front of her. Irey pouts at the glass while she digs out her phone to send her dad a text. No point in delaying it, since there won't be any sugary sweet drinks coming her way.

And now she's already bored. Way past bored. She turns her pig-tailed head towards the nearest person. He looks ... well, grumpy. He looks really grumpy. ]

Hi! Whatcha looking for?

[ She is not grumpy. ]

[hsalf]

—Your parents.

[Just. Being honest.]

This place is full of dangerous people. [He picks a couple fries from his plate and holds them between his fingers.] It's not a place for children.

[He finally puts them into his mouth and puts the tips of his fingers into his mouth to lick the salt off. Class act, face of innocence, etc etc.]

[socialactivillain]

[ Piper's not even a Rogue anymore, by almost anyone's standards, but you know what? He's had a bad afternoon, and he's in the masochistic mood for that particularly shitty brand of beer that only one place even serves anymore, so here he is. Hood up, head down, hoping against hope that no one he actually knows will happen by and cause trouble.

Or maybe trouble is just what he needs. ]

[snartypants]

[ Lisa's sitting at the end of the bar with some fizzy yellow concoction that appears to have actual flakes of gold in it. Because hey, a girl's gotta stick to a theme, right? It's amazing this bar is even remotely classy enough to manage her requests. ]