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"You have GOT to be kidding me."

Standing in the open doorway, Cisco stares at the bar shaking his head.

With a sigh he tosses his toolbelt onto a bench beside the doorway and steps through into Milliways, letting the door close behind him.

His annoyance at what he had to go through to get here evaporates quickly, and when he takes a seat at the counter he’s all smiles.

"Hi, Bar. Remember me?"

That is absolutely not a squeal of delight when Bar produces a napkin with a cheerful greeting and a mug of Butterbeer to go along with it, anyone who hears one is clearly just imagining things.

Taking a drink, he turns on his stool to observe the bar at large, wondering just what exactly he can get into this time.

[ooc: link leads to a short oom.]

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"A Suicide, huh?" Baze says, squinting at the drink. Well, that's disrespectful.

"I can't say I approve of the name, but the slushie is pretty darn good. I tend to get brain freezes whenever I eat or drink something cold. I can't imagine a cream slush is better."

"It's a standard slang term for mixing all the flavors. You can also do it with soda fountain flavors, but I'm not a huge fan of those." Cisco likes the name, it makes it sound dangerous.

Tapping on his temple where the headache is felt most, he nods. "Basically it's your mouth freaking out about the sudden drop in temperature, and your brain is trying to send a signal to slow down."

Sipping on his straw, Cisco arches an 'oh really brow at Baze on the cream slush topic.

"Bar, orange cream slush him."

And lo' another frosty beverage appears next to Baze.

Baze cackles when the drink appears.

"Oh, nooo, now I have to drink all of these! At least they're delicious," he says, picking up the orange cream slush.

He sips for a long while, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"That's awesome. I'm sorry I doubted you. So your mouth has the capacity to freak out? My headache's gone, is yours?"

Cisco is just delighted by the service, and the fact that apparently you really can order anything.

"You say that like it's a problem," Cisco notes, amused. "Really it's only an issue if you have trouble maintaining through a sugar rush." Which Cisco can already feel starting to come on in himself.

"Oh yeah. It's like, if you eat something super hot. You're mouth freaks out then, too." Caitlin or maybe Barry could probably explain it better, but that's the gist. "It's a short lived effect though. Mine's already gone, too."

"I'd never had a sugar rush until I came here," Baze says, returning to the first slush.

"I had no idea why I suddenly had so much energy. And the crash was awful. I'd better pace myself here, but if I do that the ice will melt. I wonder if butterbeer tastes better warmed? I'm glad your headache is gone!"

"It's kind of like having superpowers, but yeah, suffering the crash is the penalty you pay for it."

Chunking up his ice again, Cisco suggests, "Maybe you can get an insulated cup from Bar. That'll keep it icy."

As for Cisco, he's on a mission to drink all of his now.

"Or maybe I can have her refreeze it," Baze says, blinking down at his four--four!--drinks. He drains his tea and sets the cup down to disappear just to get it out of the way.

"Or will that ruin the texture?"

Cisco looks over the assortment of drinks, not quite seeing the problem.

"I guess that depends on if you like Popsicles," he replies. "If you stick it in a freezer it'll solidify, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, it just won't be slush anymore."

"Popsicle? Like an icicle? That's clever," Baze says, chuckling. He picks up his butterbeer and takes a gulp, holding the liquid in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing.

"I like the slush texture. That's half the point, isn't it? I'll just drink them all now. So, were you mad at Barry for keeping this place a secret?"

"It's mostly the point," Cisco replies, glad that Baze seems to understand the greatness of the slush.

Taking a long pull on his straw, Cisco gives a half head shake and a shrug. "Nah. Kind of annoyed, but I guess I get it. Sort of."

A beat, and he finally relents, "Okay, I guess I am a bit mad, because this is one helluva secret to keep from a friend. Especially because of everything else in our friendship. But I guess I can't be mad, mad about it. Right?"

"I guess," Baze says, rolling his massive shoulders in a shrug. He takes a pull on the cream slush straw.

"I'm glad you're still friends, and I'm glad you were able to come here. If you were mad mad, what could you even do? Not talking to him would be awkward."

"That would be seriously awkward, and pretty awful," he admits. He really likes having Barry as a friend.

"And you're right, I am here, and it's awesome, so yeah, no I'm not mad." Final answer, really.

"Have you known Barry awhile?"

"A little while," Baze says, nodding exactly once.

"I can't tell you how long, because it's hard to keep track of time here. But a few months at least. What about you?"

"Oh yeah?" He considers that, then nods. "Yeah, I guess it would be hard to keep track. What with it freezing on the outside, and people coming in from different times and all. Trippy."

He ponders the possibilities a moment, then gets to Baze's question, "Almost a year. Although, he was unconscious for a majority of that, so I guess I've really only 'known' him for a few months, too."

"Oh, right, the coma," Baze says, drinking more of the unfortunately-named Suicide slush.

"He mentioned that the people at S.T.A.R. labs were instrumental in helping him through that. Do you work there?"

Cisco smiles when he hears that Barry gave the S.T.A.R. Labs team props.

"Yeah. I mean, I didn't personally do a whole lot to help Barry, that was mainly Caitlin and Dr. Wells, but I assisted where I could. In fact, you could say I brought him out of it. Well, me and Lady Gaga."

Because it was totally Cisco's song choice that brought Barry out of coma-land. Right.

"Oh, Lady Gaga?" Baze says, slurping on the cream slush.

"Barry mentioned Caitlin and Dr. Wells and you, but not Lady Gaga. Is she another member of the team?"

"Oh, I wish," Cisco replies. "No, she's a singer. One of Barry's favorites. I put on one of her songs the day Barry woke up. Sometimes things like that can be a trigger, and maybe it was coincidence, or maybe I just lucked out, but hey, he's here and awake now so it's a win either way."

"Ohh," Baze says, nodding again.

"Well, that was fortunate, indeed. I still can't believe he was in a coma for nine months. That has to mess with him. I'm glad the people at your lab helped him out. What are you working on now?"

"It's pretty crazy, right?" Cisco says, nodding and thinking about how Baze doesn't even know the full of it, because it gets even crazier.

"We're in a bit of a lull right now. Like, today I did boring maintenance stuff around the building. It did give me ideas for upgrading a Roomba, which is basically a vacuum cleaner robot, so maybe I'll work on that until something bigger comes up."

"I've heard of Roombas," Baze says, wrinkling his nose.

"The person who suggested getting one also suggested painting funny faces on it, or getting googly eyes. He also made sure that we wouldn't get one if we had a pet that poops on the floor, which is totally gross. What do you usually work on?"

"Poop, gross. Personally I think putting a face on a machine is the quickest way to Skynet," Cisco says, mirroring Baze's expression and shaking his head. "I do like the DJ-Roomba idea, though. I've seen someone put a music player on one and let it roam around playing jams while cleaning house."

On the question his expression brightens.

"Lot's of stuff. Projects for Caitlin and Dr. Wells, and a couple things for Barry. I'm a mechanical engineer, so basically they think it up, and I build it. For Caitlin it's usually biomedical equipment, like, I made-up or tweaked a few machines for her when she was working on Barry. Dr. Wells, I helped him build the Particle Accelerator. And then I've got my own projects, drones right now, and I'm modifying a suit I created for heat-resistance and protection."

"That's a lot of projects!" Baze says, with another drink of butterbeer.

"Good for you. I'm glad you have so much much to occupy that brain of yours. What's Skynet?"

"Oh yeah, it's definitely best I don't get bored," Cisco says with a laugh.

His expression turns into a 'whoops', and he gives a quick glance around before explaining, "Skynet is an advanced artificial intelligence that takes over the world with an uprising of machines. It's uh, from a movie."

Which hopefully isn't represented here in Milliways, since he's not supposed to blab about real worlds that are fictional where he and Barry are from.

"Oh, that's awful," Baze says, slurping his cream slush.

"I can't even imagine machines rising up. Someone here has a problem with killer robots, so he might not be surprised to hear that story."