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I'm sure that was totally the worst part.

[pobrecisco]

[ Seriously: ] You don't wanna know the worst part.

[ He heads in past James, checking out his place. He's never visited before, and other than the ballpit, he frankly wasn't sure what to expect. ]

[airshow]

I probably don't! I'm very squeamish.

[ It's surprisingly tastefully decorated (for him). Comfortable striped couch and a blue shag rug in the living room, high end TV. Also a framed drawing of a dick with arms riding a horse hanging above a cluttered work bench covered in toys, but you can't win 'em all. ]

[pobrecisco]

Wow, you have, uh. Interesting taste in art, huh?

[airshow]

It was a gift!

[pobrecisco]

From who?

[airshow]

An artist.

[pobrecisco]

Apparently!

[airshow]

You want a referral? She does great work!

[pobrecisco]

Sure, man, why not. I could use some more home decor.

[airshow]

Yeah, I can tell you're an art enthusiast, what with that tiara portrait you've got on your fridge.

[pobrecisco]

That portrait has sentimental value from my brief career as a prison warden.

[airshow]

Oh, this sounds like a story!

[ FOLLOW JAMES TO HIS BALL PIT. He's hopping over the doorway net and jumping in. Swoosh. ]

[pobrecisco]

[ He hops in after him, then cracks open a beer since someone stole his slurpee. Dick. ]

Oh, when we first started doing the Flash stuff, we were keeping metahumans in a probably illegal prison under our labs. But I'm a much better warden than the Russians on that sub were, let me tell you.

[airshow]

[ He's enjoying this slurpee, though. ]

You wait what? What the hell?

[pobrecisco]

Hey, I'm not proud of it, but it's not like Iron Heights could hold a dude who can control the weather! Anyway, it was temporary.

[airshow]

You had Weather Wizard in your basement?!

[pobrecisco]

Unfortunately. Lemme ask you something, is he a monumental dick in your world, too?

[airshow]

Oh, yeah, totally. Sooo pretentious. Just gets worse when he's had a few drinks.

[pobrecisco]

Luckily the Pipeline was a strict no-alcohol zone. My mom's enchiladas and a couple classic films, sure, but giving inmates booze seemed like a bad plan.

[airshow]

Yeah, no kidding. Marky Mark on a bender...

[ He trails off, staring at his slurpee. A little wistful, almost. ]

[pobrecisco]

Anyway, I was trying to host a movie night, and he derailed my perfect choice of Goonies and they had the movie night equivalent of a prison riot until I let them watch Mean Girls. Roy was inspired.

[airshow]

You wait what now? They prison rioted for Mean Girls? Are you screwing with me right now?

[pobrecisco]

It was a disaster, dude.

[ He fishes the box of zebra cakes out and opens it up, throwing one at James first so he won't try to steal the one he's unwrapping for himself. ]

[airshow]

Your life sounds like a disaster— whoa!

[ He fumbles the catch and the zebra cake hits him in the face; one of those quarter machine sticky hands in a little plastic bubble pops out of hammerspace and bounces across the ballpit towards Cisco. ]

So wait he drew you the thing? [ IT'S CAKE TIME YEEESSS ] The tiara thing? That's a Roy G. Bivolo original? That explains a lot.