Pain. That was all that could be felt. Staring down at her arm, she could see the pus oozing out of the wound. Red blood dripped from the tips of her fingers, and black, burnt flesh was hanging off her bicep. It stung like the stingers of a thousand bees.
Of course Mick had missed the fireplace Gideon had installed.. Of course. And it was just a coincidence that this morning she had ordered Gideon to make sure he stayed away from alcohol.
Now she had a burnt arm for her efforts. He was going to die of alcohol poisoning, she swore it.
She glared at the aronsit as he continued his rage fit over there being no alcohol.
“Damn it, Mick!” she yelled. “What the hell! You just burnt my arm, jackass!”
Obviously, he didn’t care. He didn’t pretend to, either.
“Well, you stole my beer,” he said. If Ray hadn’t walked in that exact minute, he probably would’ve socked her in the nose. Thank goodness he had a boyfriend.
Ray frowned at Sara’s arm, as he walked into the room. He noticed Mick’s very agitated look. “Uh, bad timing?” he asked in a very adorable Atom manner. Mick grumbled angrily about stolen beer, and Sara huffed about her burnt arm. They never got along, much to Ray’s disappointment, but it was still entertaining to watch them interact.
“We actually have to look nice today,” Ray said. He never, ever got angry, especially at his boyfriend, but today was a special day for them all. There was a ceremony in their honor today, and he had been telling Mick about it for days and how they had to look nice. It was why he had asked Sara to ask Gideon to take away the beer. Heck, he had even gotten Mick a suit!
“Don’t care!” Mick grumbled. “Need beer!”
“Whatever,” Sara said, rolling her eyes. She gave Ray an annoyed look. “He’s your boyfriend. You deal with him. I’m gonna go to the medbay and have Gideon fix my arm. I’ll meet you at the ceremony.”
They were already in the right time, meaning it would be a pain in the ass to go back three hours, so they couldn’t just restart again. Well, that and they couldn’t visit a time where they had already been. They knew the consequences of that.
“Come on, Mick,” Ray said kindly. “We talked about this. You need to be sober for this thing.”
Mick did remember, but he really didn’t care. This headache was killing him, he could barely see straight, and he was just in a bad mood. Getting some gold trophy thing wouldn’t help any of that.
But of course Ray knew just how to bargain with him. “Come on,” he insisted. “If you make it through this without drinking anything, I’ll buy you two six packs when it’s over.”
Normally, Mick wouldn’t agree no matter who was offering. But Sara had made it so beer was gone for a week, so this would likely be worth it.
Still. He had to be a little shit.
“So I can’t even have the water?” he asked. “You said, ‘If you make it through without drinking anything,’ after all.”
Ray gave him a look, rolling his eyes with a smile, “You know what I mean. Nothing alcoholic. Now, c’mon, you pain,” he laughed as he pulled Mick toward their room.
Here, he made Mick put on the suit he got him. Ray thought he looked adorable, but Mick thought he looked like an idiot. That was how it usually worked.
But, either way, Mick was stuck in the suit for the rest of the night. So, for once he didn’t complain. He was, after all, getting two six packs out of this. When they were both ready, they walked off the Waverider to meet the other Legends and get their award.
There was a big stage set out, and a crowd filling the area. Ray guessed there were at least twenty thousand people there. The crowd cheered as the Legends walked out of the time ship and towards the stage, where all their other vigilante friends -- Team Arrow, Team Flash, and even Team Supergirl -- were already standing and waiting for the time traveling heroes to arrive.
Everyone was either in a suit or dress.
Barry wore a nice black suit with a stylish red tie, and Oliver wore a fancy dark brown suit with a green tie. Kara was wearing a gorgeous blue sundress with tiny red flowers. Caitlin was wearing an elegant ball gown the color of the snow, pun intended. Cisco wore a pinstripe suit with a black tie. Thea was dressed in a skinny red dress and matching heels.
Once everyone was on the stage, the ceremony began.
Mick didn’t listen to any of it, his eyes focused on the glasses of wine at the table. The only memorable part was, “They've fought wars. They've protected the human race from aliens, from metahumans, from normal people. It's time they get recognized.”
Then it was back to the wine. The crowd cheered for them, but Mick didn't hear them. All his mind could focus on was the boose. He practically ran off the stage when the host handed the trophy over to the teams’ leaders, ready for Ray to get him his promised six packs.
Of course, Ray found an excuse to not get them, though Mick couldn't say he was surprised. Annoyed, but not surprised.
“I said after the ceremony, Mick.”
Let’s just say he hit a lot more people during the next week.
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This little bit was written with flarrow444
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