I want to talk to you so badly

Commodore and the cat

Kara hates these balls. And there's just three reasons why she's here.

First: she promised she'll come this year. Alex and Cat seemingly ganged up on her and kept going on about it for the past half year. She needs to go out more, they said, which, hello, she does. She goes out for drinks every Saturday night and she goes to see basketball game or two every month with J'onn, and she has her friends over for game night every Wednesday. OK, the last, probably, doesn't count, but still. She needs to bee seen in public more, they said next. She's the heir to Zorel & Co, it's leading scientist. Duh, first, she made Alex - who she loves more than anyone in the world and is really grateful for doing this for her - the CEO to lead the company, to bee seen in public. And second, she can be leading scientist staying in the lab, that's where all the magic happens. She wont even need to talk to anybody if she wouldn't want to, they said next. Let them think you're a spoiled, arrogant brat, who cares, Cat's own words.

And then they said It's a masquerade! And that's, actually, the second reason why she did come. It's a masquerade, which means she can wear a mask, which means, she can pretend to be anyone and, maybe, Kara Danvers won't even be there.

And then, oh, Cat is good. That was the last and final straw and the third reason why she's here. No, actually, that's the first reason, why Kara is here. Lena Luthor will be there, the Queen of all Media said one day over lunch, as if it was nothing. Nothing? Lena Fucking Luthor! The youngest CEO in the country. The leading L-Corp engineer. Science author and innovator. Nothing, huh? Kara had read her book on nano-robotics, all her articles in science magazines, even all her interviews (not that she would admit that to anyone). Kara would love to meat the woman, to work with her. She would love to hear her opinion on the project she's working on now. But first, she would love to talk to her. Talk, yeah, like that's ever been easy.

And so she's here, among people she doesn't know and, honestly, doesn't want to know. She's already had a couple drinks and is a little bit more relaxed. Kara grabs another glass of wine from the passing tray - she would much more prefer something stronger, but that means going to the bar to order it and that means talking, which she is not ready to do right now.

There's a hand on her elbow and she freezes, until she hears a familiar voice.

"Well, well, well, don't you look dashing, officer."

"Miss... G-Grant."

"Cat." the woman corrects her. "May I have this dance?"

"Sh-Shouldn't I ask that?" Kara smiles, taking Cat's hand and raising it to her lips.

Yes, it's much easier, when she wears a mask. And had few drinks. And it's always been easy with Cat.

She deposits her glass on another passing tray, leading Cat Grant to the dance floor.

"You l-look great." she compliments the older blonde, holding her by the waist with one hand and taking Cat's hand in the other, when they start to follow the music.

She's being honest, the woman fits the part perfectly, maybe, in the past life she was Marie Antoinette?

"Well thank you, Miss Danvers. You're not bad yourself."

Kara sure hopes so, because it took her a while to get in to this costume.

"You like it?" she asks, leaning closer to Cat's ear, and gives the woman her best smile.

"Do I like it?" Cat smiles back at her, moving her fingers from her shoulder to straighten the collar of Kara's coat. "Half of the women in here are melting, Kara, the other half are eating you with their eyes with no shame. I think, half of the men too."