SW

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Mick rubbed a hand over her face, before giving a shrug, “I mean, I could. I have money.”

Wasn’t that the irony. She had money. But that wasn’t good enough. Buying booze and getting drunk didn’t seem enough to honor Snart.

She tried to stand, stumbling a few times, before leaning against the wall. Mick fished her wallet from her pocket. She held the whole thing out to him, eyes glassy from crying, “Will you still put the cuffs on me Red? I like it when you cuff me.”

       ⚡️ ––– His expression softened a little at the sight of her, zipping closer and hovering near her incase she startled to stumble, again. Normally, he’d have already been fighting to put her into police custody by now, but taking her down when she was already so low seemed a little cruel for the Flash.   I don’t think so. Given that you’re wasted enough to be admitting something like that, I am not really sure I can bring myself to do it without feeling like a jerk. 

        ⚡️ ––– He plucked the wallet out of her hands and set it aside. Eventually, she was still gonna have to pay back the poor liquor store owner she’d stolen from, but that could wait for a little bit.   You wanna talk about why you’re stealing booze you could easily pay for and just lounging around here waiting for me to come bust you for it? 

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