Supergirl Imagines

L.L. All I Want For Christmas

hi hello

sorry i've been gone for a brick and a half

life man

also i was thinking about starting a YouTube channel lmao

or like idk creating a discord server or a tumblr where we can all talk or something

lemme know what you guys think / if you would watch my dumbass

ALSO SHOULD I ADD SAM TO THIS BOOK? cause honestly i love her so much pls protect my baby

k bye

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Your P.O.V.

"Attention all flyers: Flight 143 to National City is cancelled due to weather conditions. Please head to your nearest airport representative for more details."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Groaning loudly, I slammed my phone on the bar table, hands burying themselves in my hair.

The last and only flight home for the holiday was now cancelled.

Fucking snow.

That's what I get for buying a ticket as late as I possibly could've. Fuck.

"Cancelled flight?"

Lifting my head from my hands, my eyes were met with a bright pair of emerald ones. They were paired with full rosy lips, shapely brows and a straight nose.

Not to mention a jaw that could literally cut glass.

Fumbling around my brain, I managed to utter out a response, "Yeah, um...I kinda sorta procrastinated buying my ticket?"

The woman laughed, pearly whites flashing, crinkles curling cutely around her eyes. "It seems we're in the same boat." She took the seat beside me, setting her expensive looking purse in her lap and resting her head on a hand. "Mind if I ask where you were headed?"

"National City. My family lives there."

"Ah, yes. I live there too, actually. I was headed home from a business trip."

I hummed in acknowledgement, sending a quick apology text to my parents, explaining that I couldn't make it home for Christmas Eve.

"Motherfucker. I can't believe I'm not gonna make it home."

The brunette smiled gently, sympathetically, resting a hand on my shoulder. "How about I buy you a drink or two?"

Raising a brow, I titled my head to the side, regarding the woman beside me. "I don't even know your name and you're trying to get me drunk?"

Leaning forward, she shook her head, bun loosening slightly on the top of her head. "First of all, I don't get women drunk without their consent. Secondly, my name is Lena. Since you asked so nicely."

Taking a moment to look the woman in the  eyes, I moved my purse off the stool beside me. "Well, Lena. I happily consent to you getting me drunk."

"Excuse me, bartender? One glass of your finest whiskey and a glass of Cabernet for the lady, please."

* * *

Four glasses of wine and whiskey later, Lena and I had grown quite close. It was now nearly 2 in the morning, other sufferers of cancelled flights stopping in for a few drinks. With alcohol buzzing through our systems, the raven haired woman opened up to me, and I to her.

I learned that she owned her own company, L-Corp, worked late nearly every night, loved Supergirl, was a master at chess, and had an adorable kitten named Rosie.