Supergirl Oneshots

Flirting in the Bar

Based on the prompt 'I'm pretending to be your BFF because you looked very uncomfortable with that person from the bar hitting on you.'

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Or the one where some guy is hitting on Kara in the bar and Lena comes to her rescue.

This may very well be my favorite Supercorp fic I've written! Hope you enjoy!

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I have had a very rough day. Don't get me wrong I love being Supergirl, but it seems like all the bad guys thought today would be a good day to rob a bank or etc. So I decided to go to a bar. Not the alien bar. I didn't want to deal with the fact my sister might be there. I love her, but I just want to be alone... at a bar, yeah I know ironic. So I entered the bar, sat down on a barstool, and asked for the strongest thing they had. Knowing full well it wouldn't affect me in the slightest. Before I had left my apartment, I decided I wanted to seem like an average bar goer, so I had put on a dress that was probably a little too revealing for my own good. I had started on my third drink when a relatively handsome guy walked over to the bar.

He pointed to me and said, "I'll have what she's having."

The bartender leaned on the counter and said, "What she's drinking is really strong."

The guy looked at me and I could feel my skin crawling.

"Well," he scoffed, "If she can drink three and seem unaffected, I think I can have one."

The bartender answered, "Suit it yourself buddy."

He gave the guy the drink and walked away to help other customers. The guy took the seat right next to me and started talking.

"So, gorgeous, what's a beauty like you doing alone?"

"I didn't feel like being around people."

I didn't like the vibe I was getting from this guy, so i tried to give him a subtle hint to fuck off.

"And yet, you came to a bar. With what you're wearing that seems like a cry for attention to me."

His gaze lingered on my chest for way longer than I would like. I was starting to get very uncomfortable, very fast.

"You seem to be able to hold your liquor really well. I wonder how many drinks we could give you until you're drunk? And once you're drunk how 'bout we go in those bathrooms."

The guy, whoever he was, put his hand on my leg. I've never been as disgusted as I am right now. The dude kept saying stuff like this and I was about to make an excuse to leave or at least break his arm, when I swear my guardian angel appeared.

"Marley! Hey girl, it's been a while!"

My savior was a girl most likely in her late 20s with raven black hair and green eyes. The woman must have seen my confused expression because she came forward to give my a hug and whispered in my ear.

"Play along. You looked really uncomfortable with this guy." I smiled when she pulled back.

I then turn to the guy and say, "I'm sorry what was your name?"

"Mike." he answered.

"Well, Mike." I gestured to the woman and continued, "This is Morgan. She was my old college roommate."

"How have you been?" 'Morgan' asked me.

"I've missed you." I replied with a suggestive wink. I don't know why, but it just seemed like a good idea at the time.