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They were in the den of wolves here, yet Ace was unafraid. With Sabo at his side, what was to fear? They would certainly handle any threat thrown their way. Whatever Wally said still stuck with him too, stored away. These men frequented his Casino, they enjoyed the Saber of Xebec as it stood now. It was only as lively and excitable, as engaging with the public, because of Ace. Teach kept to himself, did not interact the customers (that Ace and most of the public knew of).
Cold knew Ace only secondhand, and through observations from afar. He noted the fondness of which Mark regarded their guests, and in truth– the last recruit he brought was a wonderful addition. McCulloch had his own problems, but that was not something universally shared by all who would get brought in by Weather Wizard.
Mardon knew how the Rogues worked.
Ace’s smile was gentle as he extended his hand out to Mick. Flames burst forth from his palm, and he silently asked permission before gently taking hold of the other man’s hand to further illustrate his point. The fire danced across his skin without harming him, feeling warm against him. Shapes took form, and Ace was just showing off now.
He was a gentle soul, but Len was not so stupid as to assume that kindness meant weakness. But there was something else: “What’s a Casino owner wantin’ to join the Rogues for?”
“Oh-” Ace wouldn’t lie. “I don’t need to be in any heists. You guys can have fun with the Flash, but I like harassing traffickers. Drugs, human especially.”
His eyes narrowed, but no one would see that behind the visor situated on Snart’s face. The etching smirk on his face spoke volumes; an alliance could be worth it. Roscoe, however, had his own opinion that was tossed in: “Don’t do part-time Rogues.”
The look on Heatwave’s face was akin to a child in a candy store for the first time. He had an unhealthy love of fire and was even almost a little sad to not actually be burned by the flames. He was mesmerized by the shapes and warmth-- he’d never felt fire like this before.
Most of his body was covered in scars from fire, but this-- left nothing. It was odd and he found himself glancing back to Cold when Ace released his hand and the Rogue inspected it himself.
Ace seemed to have the most to offer the Rogues here but Sabo wasn’t shy to throw in his own expertise as well.
“I’m trained in a unique fighting style as well. Perfect for harassing traffickers. May I see that..?” Sabo flashed a grin to Mark, who was still sitting in on the cardgame, and motioned to a pipe left leaning against the wall behind him.
The wizard tossed it over and turned his own grin back to Roscoe, who still looked so grumpy all by himself. The pipe was molded as if it was butter in Sabo’s hands. Not only was it bent in half but completely caved in where the blonde had been holding it.
“Plus-- I can get you free drinks at the bar.”
If they hadn’t been such a good time with the wizard last night, that would have sold him there. Roscoe was still doubtful but Mardon was on the boys side. Or-- his own side. “Maybe it’s something we should invest in then. Or interns. Either way, we won’t have to pay them.”
