I want to talk to you so badly

Her women

 "Little Danvers-"

"She's not here tonight." Kara lifts her finger to interrupt Maggie.

The loud music and chatter around them make them almost shout at each other to be heard.

"Aye, Commodore, yes, I do apologize." the pirate corrects herself and leans back on the pool table.

She delivers a perfect shot. Kara's chin lands on her chest hopelessly.

"Come on." Maggie's fingers snap in the air.

Kara squints at her for a minute.

"You wanted to play it," Maggie reminds her. "so, go on, loser."

Kara lifts her hand to the back of her head and pulls out the white ribbon out of her hair, letting them loose on her shoulders. She drops the ribbon on the floor, shit eating grin directed at Maggie, who just rolls her eyes.

"Hey, how come you never mentioned you know Lena?" Kara asks, rounding the table, and lifts her half empty glass to her lips.

"How come you never mentioned you're so obsessed with her?" Maggie shoots back, chuckling when the blonde sprays whiskey out of her mouth.

"Easy there, Commodore." the pirate smirks.

"I'm-" Kara coughs out, wiping off her lips with the back of her hand. "I'm not obsessed." she leans down to deliver her shot.

"Didn't you two come in together?" Maggie teases raising her eyebrow and bites the inside of her cheek to stop from barking a laugh when Kara misses the pot.

"Together with a bunch of other people." the blonde emphasizes, standing back up and reaching for her drink. "Then I lost her." she pouts.

"That's enough for you, baby girl." Alex glides past her sister, plucking whiskey out of her hand and replacing it with a glass of water.

"Hey!" Kara whines but doesn't protest more than that, giving a liquid in her hand a sniff.

"What is this I hear, my girlfriend and my sister playing a Strip Pool." Alex carries on, stepping closer to Maggie, and gives her a light kiss.

"She started it." the pirate points to the blonde, who grimaces spitting water back to her glass.

"I was hot." Kara explains, turning her eyes to another drink that appears in front of her as an extension of an arm, now landing on her shoulder.

"You still are." comes Sara Lance, placing her chin on Kara's other shoulder.

"No, actually, I am quite cool now." the Commodore looks down at the white loose shirt she's left in, a serious expression on her face, earning giggles from three other women.

"And who's obsession we're talking about?" Alex asks, taking a sip of former Kara's drink.

"That of the Prince Charming over there." Maggie gestures towards Kara with her head and leans to take another shot.

"It's not-"

"Whit?" Sara cuts the younger blonde off.

Maggie pots the ball again and stands back up, directing a satisfied grin at Kara.

"Lena." she says, wiggling her eyebrows a bit.

Kara sighs defeated then rolls her shoulders to shake Sara's arm off, places her water on the brim of the table and gives her cue to the other blonde before her hands move to her waist.