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 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.