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[cisco_ramon]

It probably doesn't hurt that Cisco's been to another dimension before this, though the last time he'd crossed into the mirror universe intentionally, and he'd known how to get back home. So far this place is nothing like Earth 2; he hasn't found anyone's doppelgangers, and though there are several people here with varying powers, the only metahuman he's met is Barry Allen. It's the real Barry from his Earth, Cisco's best friend, the same Barry he left behind when he came here, though from what Cisco considers their past.

Neither of them know how to get home, which is actually fairly unsettling considering they're both smart guys with experience in this sort of thing. He can't really believe it when he first considers it, but Cisco actually wishes Dr. Wells was here, or Harry, more accurately. As much knowledge as Cisco and Barry have, the real genius behind all of it has always been Wells.

Still, Cisco isn't the the type to give up easily. He can't get his hands on anything much more powerful than a regular (out of date) laptop, but he's making do. The calculations take longer and he has to do a lot of work by hand, but at least working makes him feel like he's doing something. Sitting at a cafe with his computer, pen and paper, and a fresh cup of coffee he can almost pretend he's at Jitters, that Iris or Caitlin will sit down across from him, that he'll get a text from Barry or a call from Joe. Drowning out everything with his headphones, Cisco lets himself get caught up in the dream, oblivious to everything around him, focused entirely on the screen in front of him and the music in his ears.

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[thebloodtraitor]

For a moment, Cisco only stares at him with wide, dark eyes. Sirius doesn't waver, however, merely bringing his teat to his lips for another taste, eyebrow arched over the rim.

When Cisco finally speaks again, his smile widens, gaze dropping to the stretch of Cisco's shoulders in his shirt, the fall of hair that isn't very disimilar to Sirius's own. "A little bent then," he says, smirking now as he taps his fingers against his mug. "Not certain what that would entail if I'm honest. Perhaps simply an addition to a regular drink. A promise."

[cisco_ramon]

Cisco isn't sure what Sirius means, if the comment is specifically directed at him, or what sort of promise Sirius is insinuating. What Cisco does know is that Sirius didn't explain it because he wants Cisco to ask. If Cisco was a stronger person he'd just shrug and let Sirius do the work of filling in the blanks, but there's no way Cisco's not going to go crazy if he doesn't find out what Sirius is implying.

So he gives in. "What kind of promise?" he asks, pitching his voice low in a way that he hopes comes across as sort of sultry.

[thebloodtraitor]

It's evident to Sirius that this isn't the sort of conversation Cisco is accustomed to. In truth, it's not one he's allowed himself to indulge in much recently either. A war doesn't quite lend itself to flirtatious conversations with people he's only just met. If anything, he's learned to barely speak of anything at all, invitations given and accepted only with significant looks and barely discernible nods toward darkened corners and back alleys.

To say Sirius's skills are a bit rusty in this department is an understatement.

"Perhaps invitation is a better word," he says, still smiling as he sets his tea on the table and leans forward. "To be accepted or rejected by the person paying for the drink."

[cisco_ramon]

Cisco's throat goes a little dry and he works to swallow to wet it, managing not to cough in the process. Then he licks his lips.

"And what would the invitation be for?" he asks, his voice dropping to a sort of rough, almost whisper. It's so different from what Cisco's used to, way closer to the night he met Lisa Snart than his experience with any girl he's actually dated. He doesn't think this is going to end the same way (Sirius is definitely not planning to kidnap Cisco and force him to build a weapons for him), but he's not exactly sure how to react. He does know that he's finding the conversation interesting, and in a way that's as much physiological as it is mental.

[thebloodtraitor]

Cisco reacts adorably, still gaping for a second before Sirius actually sees him swallow and lick his lips. Sirius tracks the momement, his grin widening before he lets out a quiet, endeared laugh.

"Well, I suppose any number of things. A party or concert, maybe. A night out on the town. Or a date, perhaps. One of those frightly American things like bowling or knocking a ball around a tine obstacle course. Or," he adds, his smile widening as he lets his gaze drop down the length of Cisco's torso and back up again, "something a bit more athletic."

[cisco_ramon]

Cisco's mouth drops open before he can stop himself, his eyes going a little wide at what he thinks (hopes?) is an implication of sex. He shakes it off quickly as snaps his mouth shut, offering what he hopes is something close to an attractive smile.

"I think you're talking about putt-putt golf," he says, mentally rolling his eyes at himself for landing on that instead of something else. "There are worse first date ideas, though," he goes on, because he might as well. "I've had some doozies. But, uh. Athletic," he adds with a soft, deep laugh. "I could be up for something like that. Figuratively speaking," he adds, his voice breaking in a way that isn't sexy at all.

[thebloodtraitor]

In truth, Sirius doesn't particularly care what the activity is called, but he does file it away all the same, just in case it might be useful in the future. He's never participated in such a thing before, but he thinks he can see the appeal. At least for awhile; it does seem as though it'd be terribly boring after too long.

His grin widens however as Cisco continues, one eyebrow arching briefly as he glances downward. The tabletop obscures any view he might have of Cisco's lap, but the implication is likely obvious enough. "Yes, figuratively speaking," he says. "Not literally in any way?"

[cisco_ramon]

"No, yeah, literally too," Cisco replies, and he's blushing so hard that he feels like his face might actually burst into flame. He's not great at flirting on a good day, not to mention he'd be a lot better at this if he weren't so sober (and caffeinated), and he's never done this with another guy before, so he doesn't even have the confidence of knowing for the most part what he's getting into. And it's definitely not that he isn't interested, because he absolutely is (a fact his anatomy can attest to), but he's just so completely out of his element that he's lost any chill he's acquired over his 27 years of life.

He clears his throat. "I, uh. This point might be moot because we're talking about a theoretical drink at an imaginary bar, but I, um. I'd order a Sirius Black, I guess is what I'm saying."

[thebloodtraitor]

Dark as Cisco's skin is, Sirius can't tell if his cheeks are reddening in any way, but he's clearly flustered, stumbling over his words in a way Sirius can only describe as adorable. It's a boost to the ego as well and he sits a little more comfortably, taking another sip of his tea as he keeps his eyes on Cisco, admiring the white of his smile and thick hair. Sirius can't help but wonder what it might feel like to run his fingers through that hair.

"Yes, you said," he replies at Cisco's admission, lips twitching into a brighter smile as he licks the tea from his bottom lip. "Straight, on the rocks, or a little bent?"

[cisco_ramon]

"I guess it would have to be bent, wouldn't it?" Cisco replies with a soft grin, and though he'd had certain thoughts and feelings regarding his not-quite-straightness for a while, he'd never talked to anyone about it before this. Sirius didn't know that, of course, and the last thing Cisco wanted was to make this conversation (one he was enjoying a lot) weird.

"I mean, assuming I'm interpreting my options correctly," he adds, chewing on his lower lip. The thing is, Cisco really likes the way Sirius is looking at him, and he hopes his fumbling isn't going ruin whatever might happen next, hasn't ruined it already.