[as with every appointment and deadline he's ever had, barry is late. he'd tried his hardest to leave himself with plenty of time to get ready. to get washed and changed long ahead of time. but then that extra hour was halved and halved again, up until he only had five minutes left and he'd decided to change again. (a suit is definitely too formal for this. but what on earth made him consider sweatpants??)
so, once he's finally decided on something to wear, he makes his way to the bar, speeding over to try and make up some of the time. too bad that leaves the bottoms of his jeans a little...singed. but it's too late to do anything about that now. so instead, after a deep breath (or thirty) he finally steps into the pool hall, only twenty minutes late.
it's obvious the moment he spots len-- no, snart. he has to remember that this is snart, not len --a wide smile appearing on his face as he waves a little too enthusiastically at him, before attempting to navigate his way around the tables without hitting any cues along the way.
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so, once he's finally decided on something to wear, he makes his way to the bar, speeding over to try and make up some of the time. too bad that leaves the bottoms of his jeans a little...singed. but it's too late to do anything about that now. so instead, after a deep breath (or thirty) he finally steps into the pool hall, only twenty minutes late.
it's obvious the moment he spots len-- no, snart. he has to remember that this is snart, not len --a wide smile appearing on his face as he waves a little too enthusiastically at him, before attempting to navigate his way around the tables without hitting any cues along the way.
he's...mostly successful.]
Hey! Hi, uh-- Sorry I'm late?