Video - Gangster Barry??

[chosenbylightning]

"..Please.. just let us go! You can have everything here!"

The video feed snaps on to a very different looking Barry Allen. No easy smiles or a concerned furrow of his brow. No, he's at one of the speak easy establishments over in the gangster-controlled section of the 1920s. Feet up on the bar, a twist of his lips that can only be described as cruel as he smirks. "See, that's the point. I don't need your permission. I can take what I want and you can't stop me."

"Everything here is mine now. You report to me. Side with the other families and.." he makes a dramatic show of a vibrating hand punching through the bar. "Well. I think I've made my point?"

"Yeah! Yeah you got it boss! We won't step outta line!"

"Boss." Smirk. "I like that."

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[goodviberations]

A breach tears open beside the bar. Cisco hops through it, dropping onto the stool beside the speedster. His own expression is dark, smile wrong.

"Finally give up on that whole hero schtick?" he asks. A vibrational blast shatters the lower grade alcohol behind the bar. "Make me a double." The terrified bartender obeys quickly, offering him the glass with a shaking hand.

[chosenbylightning]

"Tired of all that work with only guilt and more work and zero thanks," he shrugs. "Yo, make me a triple. Wait, just bring me two bottles. Make sure it's the good stuff or I'll have your legs."

[goodviberations]

A tilt of his head, considering the waiter as he scurries away. The entire staff of the speakeasy look scared out of their minds, and it's satisfying to watch them flounder. "No argument from me," he agrees easily. He throws a blast at the table nearest the door, the debris trapping the terrified band before they can flee.

"I don't think he said you could stop playing." A grin at Barry. "Might as well be entertained."

[chosenbylightning]

A smirk as Cisco throws a blast to keep anyone from escaping. God this feels so good. No consequences. No guilt. Just freedom and power to take whatever they wanted.

"I do agree," he toasts him with his glass. "Where's your other half these days?"

[goodviberations]

He meets his glass with a quiet clink.

"That's a good question," he says, taking a long swallow. "I haven't seen him today." Which is probably for the best. He doubts Mick would appreciate the new and improved Cisco Ramon.

[chosenbylightning]

"Mmh. Figured he'd be here. I guess he'll find his way over sooner or later."

Or he won't. It doesn't matter. It won't be long before he and Cisco branch out and take over the whole of Los Angeles. Their own private empire.

[goodviberations]

Cisco downs the rest of his drink, tossing his glass at the stage.

"Where's the music, fellas? My friend and I want to be entertained!"

Odd how even a complete 180 to their personalities can't sever their friendship.

[snowandfrost]

She had gotten lost when she was trying to get more icing sugar. Those cupcakes and sugar flowers don't just make themselves. She saw the video pop up and recognized the sounds of it coming from a speakeasy that she was passing by. Frost makes her way in.

She jumps when she sees his hand punch through the bar. Boss?! Oh no no no. They can't have that.

"Barry?" she asks, Frost's arms full of grocery bags and staring at him with a wide eyed expression.

[chosenbylightning]

Frost. Finally someone like-minded.

.. maybe. His eyes narrow at her dress and her expression. "I don't know. I kind of like the way they say 'Boss'. I'm taking this place over." A sly smirk. "Want a drink?"

[snowandfrost]

She shakes her head, still watching him with wide eyes.

"Oh Barry, no. Boss?" Frost yelps as she moves around and tries to avoid their gazes. "Barry, come on, we could go play in the snow. Doesn't that sound more fun than taking over a bar?"

[chosenbylightning]

"Sorry Elsa, not feeling the whole 'do you wanna build a snowman' as much as I wanna go full Hans and take over the city. That'd be more fun anyway."

[snowandfrost]

That has her reaching out with one hand, creating a gentle flurry in the bar.

"Are you sure? Do you wanna build a snowman?"

And if it sounds like she's slightly singing the question, it might not be his imagination.