"Hey." By way of greeting, as Leonard crawled through Mick's open window, as he was wont to do. A lot safer than risking running into either of his parents, anyway. He had a backbag slung over his shoulders and as he swung both legs over the windowsill, sitting back on it, his unusual outfit became apparent. White shirt, blue blazer and slacks, the right kind of shoes and a proper tie.
School uniform. That was new. "What do you think?"
"Oh my God, you giant nerd." What the hell was Leonard doing dressed up all school boy? That was kind of, it was sort of, well-- huh. "Is this some kinda school boy kink you're trying out cause it's kinda hot." And he does appreciate that. Still, he raises an eyebrow, trying to work out what was going on. Didn't Leonard go to his school? "Why are you dressed up?"
Mick say upright on his bed, lazily scratching the back of his head, his hair all messy and bedheaded.
"Yeah, that's me, just making your fantasies come true." Leonard rolled his eyes and pushed away from the window, getting on the bed and crawling until he was on top of Mick, looking down at him and arching his eyebrows. The tip of his tie was on Mick's chest and he watched his face with amusement. "You think I look hot like this?"
No, this hadn't really been part of the plan here, but he could improvise.
"You always look hot but now you got all this preppy shit and I kinda wanna mess it up." Mick smirked as tugged playfully on his tie and yanked him down, stealing a nice long kiss. He shoved Leonard back eventually, not letting himself get distracted. "So. You just fancied getting kink or did you have a plan for this whole dork look?" Because he recognised the crest on the breast pocket on the uniform.
That was a very nice kiss and Leonard drew it out gladly, even chasing one more when Mick pushed him back, before pulling himself up above him again, hands on either side of his shoulders. It was almost worth letting himself get distracted, but he did have a plan to share. "I got the chance to steal one of these uniforms and it happens to be my size, so I thought I'd infiltrate the school a little, see whether I can't make meaningful connections."
"Oh fuck yeah, score us some rich buddies. We'll take 'em for milkshakes. Some of them like to slum it with bad boys." He was, of course, thinking of seducing and then exploiting pretty, rich girls for their money and personal deets. He didn't even assume they'd go after guys. Dating a boy or not, Mick was still not overly forward thinking. He was getting there.
"So, you're gonna go there today? Want a lift or something?"
"Sure, that's the plan. And a lift would be great, just let me out a block or so away, I don't wanna be seen getting out of your car." That wasn't even an insult, the car was objectively shit. "I'll blend in a little, see what happens. Might be a dead end, but could be lucrative. I mean, the Rathaway heir goes to that school. This is the big leagues."
"Hey, don't trash on my baby." Mick rolled his eyes and shoved at Leonard until he rolled over. Mick hauled himself out of the bed and moved towards the bathroom, leaving the door open so they could still talk. It wasn't so much a bathroom as a room with a toilet and a sink but he didn't need to shower, he could just spray himself down. "Rathaway? Huh. Try and score him then, if you can. Maybe we can get the passcodes to that security system."
"That'd be the big one. They collect art, last piece they bought is worth fifty million. Can you even imagine?" It was outlandish. Leonard knew a lot about art, for obvious reasons, actually owning something like that seemed ridiculous. He rolled over on his back and crossed his legs, looking up at the ceiling. "I'll try, don't know how easy I can hit it off with any of them. But their houses are pretty much all better than anything we've scored so far. Big leagues. I just gotta be careful to dodge the scholarship students."
"Please, you're beautiful, you'll charm the pants off even the straightest guy." Mick smirked as he brushed his teeth, pausing only to spit and talk. He ran the water a little and looked back at Leonard. "Besides, if you don't blend, just strong arm them? They're a bunch of wusses, we can press the till they talk and abandon them somewhere, give us a headstart." He wasn't thinking like desert or something, just maybe the far end of Central.
"Sure, it's an idea. I'll see if I can get access to someone like that. Use my charms." Leonard rolled his eyes, amused. He supposed he could. He knew how to do it with Mick well enough, other people might not be that much harder. "I'll come up with a plan, we might improvise. If we really strong-arm these kids, we could get into a lot of trouble. I mean, it's harder with you, but I don't really blend in." Not that he thought Mick looked generic, but just based on a description, every cop recognised the Snart boy.
"You say that but all the cops keeping pulling up and telling me to watch it. It's constant." By now the cops knew exactly who Mick Rory was but that wasn't hard, he burnt fires all over town and he was brought in and out almost weekly over it. His pyromania was become a real problem and Mick was easy to ID, he wore the same coat, rain or shine, given he could only afford the one. "We'll be careful." Mick grabbed a fresh shirt off the floor and pulled it on, followed by his jeans, giving Leonard a smile. "Get your ass back out that window."
Leonard had spent the past minute watching Mick get dressed with very open admiration, than he did get up, touched two fingers to Mick's lips and headed for the window, ducking so he could make it outside. He got down quickly and quietly - naturally - and waited in Mick's car by the time Mick finally made it out as well. "I don't know why you bother locking this, not as if anyone would steal it."
"Stop trashing on my baby or you're walking." Mick growled as he got into his car. It was a long ordeal to get it to work. It made the loudest noises, had to be revved a lot, black smoke burst out of the engine and flooded into the car but finally, it started, backfiring a few times before it took off. The heating didn't work but to prevent it from fogging up, Mick had to crack up the AC and the blower, which meant it was kind of like driving around in an unstable and smoke filled meat locker.
"I'm stealing you a better car for your birthday." Because this was just embarrassing and dangerous. Leonard coughed and decided to maybe make it an early birthday present. He turned on the radio, circling through the channels. Nothing worthy there. "Just let me out a few blocks away, don't want to scare of the rich kids."
"What? No. I love my baby. She just needs a little love and care, she'll be fine." He stroked the dash tenderly and the front panel almost slipped loose. It was being held on with duct tape and chewing gum at this point. "Shut up, they'd love my baby. Old and crappy is in now. It's like... what do they call it? Hipster. I'm retro." Or dirt poor and unashamed of it because he could kick the asses of anyone who mentioned it.
"Your car is held together by prayers and I'm an atheist." Not a prayer in him. Though the sounds that car made was making him regret that. "Whatever. Just keep an eye on your phone, Mick, I'll text you anything interesting. Try not to sext me this time."
"I got bored, my car only has three stations and one of them is smooth jazz. If I put the sports channel on, my dash light comes on." This car was a non stop thrill ride. Mick was careful not to pull up by the school but in this area, he really stood out. He pulled his car up in the car park of a coffee shop not far from the school, his car looking a right mess next to all the new shiny cars. Mick turned off his engine and sat back. "Have fun at school, hope you makes lots of new friends."
"Thanks, mom." Leonard rolled his eyes, but reached over to trail his hand along Mick's thigh for a few moments before getting out. He walked a few steps, straightened his clothes and decided that he looked preppy enough to head straight for school. This would be fun, he actually enjoyed pulling a con like this every now and then.
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School uniform. That was new. "What do you think?"
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Mick say upright on his bed, lazily scratching the back of his head, his hair all messy and bedheaded.
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No, this hadn't really been part of the plan here, but he could improvise.
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"That's from that rich boy school."
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Meaning money, obviously.
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"So, you're gonna go there today? Want a lift or something?"
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