[ even though barry knows his speed is no longer an issue that'll keep him from truly enjoying a few hours at the bar, it's become so intricately woven within him that he hesitates. for a moment, he forgets, and then that forgetfulness is bursts when he remembers he can't so much as speed over in an effort to race anders. ]

[ after that, he doesn't require too much coaxing to move forward. with long strides, he takes himself to the bar. ] Something strong. [ much stronger than the speed force, which barry hasn't been able to find over the last two years. ] I kind of want to forget my non-problem's been magically taken away.

[ sitting on a stool, he slouches just a little, folding his legs up to sit on the little mock footrest. leaning far over, he drags a bowl of peanuts toward him, and starts eating them. mouth full: ] These are really good. Salty.