Leonard Snart

[old_school]

Leonard Snart.
You know how this works.

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[haveagoodheart]

[Well. The board did say to make friends. Nora couldn't just spend her time with just her boy(s) so she sends a message to Leonard Snart after letting that Love Board settle for a bit.]

Leonard Snart?

[old_school]

[Well well. Nora Allen. Mother to a grand total of just about every speedster in New Dodge.

Oh there's no way he's passing up a chance to give said speedsters a heart attack. So when he responds, there's just a hint of a charming smile.] That would be me.

You must be Nora.

[haveagoodheart]

I am. I saw your name on that love board and Harry explained that it's a way to meet compatible friends?

[old_school]

[Harry's words to him were a little more along the lines of 'making friends or getting laid' but sure. He can roll with it. Not like he's really looking for a relationship.] Right, the board. Interesting concept but I suppose it beats going to a mixer.

[haveagoodheart]

[Neither is she. After all, she has a husband waiting for her back home.]

You'd meet more people at a mixer. All at once instead of being matched by an algorithm.

[old_school]

Mixers aren't what you'd call my thing and I still don't trust the math on an algorithm like that.

But.. how would you like to meet for a drink all the same?

[haveagoodheart]

A drink sounds nice. Eve showed me the Saloon? Unless there's another place to have a drink here.

[old_school]

[As entertaining as it might be to have a drink with Nora in a saloon that Barry(s) no doubt frequent, Leonard shakes his head.] How about you come over to the casino? Only a few of the gaming tables are open at the moment so it's a bit quieter.

[haveagoodheart]

There's a casino?

[She knows that New Dodge is definitely a settlement but has yet to familiarize herself with too much of her surroundings.]

Sure, um, is there a map? Directions?

[old_school]

Currently under new management.

[He pokes at his new TC.] There. Directions should show up on your TC but I can always meet you along the way if you'd like.

[haveagoodheart]

I think a walk might actually be good for me to try and clear my head. Is anytime all right?

[old_school]

Give me about seven minutes and I can meet you outside of C&P if you like.

[haveagoodheart]

Sure. It doesn't seem too far off from here.

[She hangs up and makes her way back to C&P. There was no way she was going to stay cooped up in her own home for her brief time here.]

looping this

[old_school]

I don't have a good heart, Nora.

Not good enough. I've hurt people. Killed them. I'm no hero. Not like your son.

[haveagoodheart]

You must have enough of one to have my son help you with a family matter.

[old_school]

I'd say that's more because your son has a heart far too big for a man his size. Because when my bastard of a father threatened my sister, it was your Barry and his team that saved her life.

[haveagoodheart]

[She sets her glass down, shocked at this revelation.]

Leonard...

[old_school]

No. [The word is sharp and sudden. Don't look at him with sympathy. Don't.] It's over and he's dead.

[haveagoodheart]

[The sharp word surprises her for a moment but that doesn't shutter away the sympathetic look on her face]

I'm glad he isn't in your life anymore, then.

[old_school]

[He takes a moment to breathe, span his hand on the bar and collect himself.] The world is better without him in it.

[haveagoodheart]

You care so much about her. That has to speak volumes about what kind of heart you have, Leonard.

[old_school]

[A small smile that is far more genuine than most people ever see.] I can see where Barry got his. [Deflect deflect deflect. No heart here. Nope.]

[haveagoodheart]

So he’d be on good authority to know if you have a good heart or not.

[nice try]

[old_school]

[Stop that.]

So speaking of, tell me about Barry. All those wonderfully embarrassing stories I'm sure you have stored up.

[haveagoodheart]

At this point, you'd know him better than I would.

[She takes an innocent sip of her wine because no, Leonard, she's not dishing on her son to someone she just met.]