"Damn it Kara, how hard can it be?" A women with dark auburn hair was sprawled out on a sofa surrounded by several empty cans of beer.
"Extremely," she retorted, tossing a salmon colored dress at Alex. The entire living room had countless articles of clothing thrown about, there was hardly a service clear.
"This is what, the tenth time you have attempted to propose?" She batted aside the garment effortlessly, taking another chug of the alcohol.
"Third..." Kara sighed, a look of distraught capturing her gentle features as she gazed around the destroyed apartment,"I just have to get it perfect this time."
"I've been stuck with you being restless for the past four days while she was away on L-Corp business, you're her problem now," teased Alex, stuffing a handful of pretzels into her mouth.
"You love me and you know it," she batted her thick lashes at her sister. In response, Alex rolled her eyes in disagreement.
"What I would love is for you to ask the women you love to marry you already."
"I will," Kara reassured her sister despite the growing feeling of self doubt infesting her chest.
"If I hear that you backed out again, I'll do it my fucking self," Alex drew a flower printed blanket closer up her chest. Part of her wondered if this was the alcohol talking, but she honestly did not doubt that Alex would crash a date and do it herself.
The first time she attempted to propose was a simple night out at Lena's favorite sushi restaurant, it was almost perfect until food poisoning incapacitated her girlfriend for several days. The second time she just could not muster up the courage, Lena just looked too gorgeous in a that heart stopping lavish deep green gown. She was just a stuttering gay mess that just could not put together a cohesive sentence.
"You certainly will not!" She stuck her tongue out at her intoxicated sister, tossing her arms in defeat,"I don't have anything to wear though."
"Yes, yes, you do," Alex paused to take another sip,"You're just scared to wear it."
"It reminds me too much of Supergirl," she begun to pick through a pile nearest to her, hoping that something would snag her attention.
"Did she not buy you that for some anniversary or some special occasion?" Alex grumbled, closing her eyes to battle the wave of nausea that coursed through her body.
"It was for my birthday last year," Kara replied, glancing back in the nearly empty closet behind her,"It reminds me too much of the suit."
"Lena loves you for you, and you also just happen to look stunning in red and blue," her sister groaned softly, probably the combination of alcohol and greasy pizza upsetting her stomach,"Besides it's just a lovely piece of clothing, Kara. What matters is that the two of you are perfect for each other and are ready to take this next step."
"I know but..." What kept their relationship so steady was the separation of Supergirl from their personal life, although Lena did not mind the odd story or two and to wear a dress seemingly designed to hint at her alternate identity in public did not sit well with Kara.
"No one is going to even think about Supergirl, just that a girl proposing to Lena Luthor," Alex grumbled before chugging half a bottle of water in one breath.
"But-"
"Nope. No but's about it. Quit procrastinating and just wear the damn dress," Alex chucked a pillow at Kara, hitting her square in the face.
"Fine," Kara groaned, reluctantly shuffling into her room to retrieve the dress.
She opened the slender garment bag, revealing a rich scarlet satin dress with that faded around the edges to a shimmering royal blue. The fabric was far more expensive than anything the Kara could ever afford, soft and surprisingly sturdy to the touch. She had a suspicious feeling that it was specially designed to be impenetrable in case they ran into trouble.
