Mysterious Blondes and Stupid Pickup Lines

Her eyes glanced around the dimly lit room filled with the loudest music she had ever heard. "I cannot believe I let you drag me to a godforsaken bar..."

"It's Friday night Lena. You need to let loose! Live a little! You're not getting any younger and staying cooped up in your office every day and every night is boring as hell." Sam shouted over the deafening noise.

"I am happy the way I am currently living my life, thank you very much," Lena grumbled as she was dragged over to the counter. She had hoped for a quiet evening with a nice glass of Rosé and a good book in her hands. Being hauled off to a bar by her nagging best friend hadn't been the plan whatsoever.

After ordering their drinks, they sat down and Sam looked around the room filled with people. "Anyone catch your eye yet?" she asked, glancing at her friend who was sipping her drink in silence.

"I've already told you, Sam, I'm not interested in you finding me someone to shag."

Sam let out a loud laugh as she shook her head at her friend. "Shag? Did you just say "shag" Lena? Come on. You're a grown-ass woman. Can't you just say fuck?"

"I am a refined and sophisticated woman. I do not say fuck."

"Of course you are Lena..." The taller brunette rolled her eyes and chuckled softly.

She had known Lena since their first day of university and throughout all those years, she had come to discover that her friend was a complete workaholic. Lena would never go out to parties, would never date, would never stop working for even a minute. One time, the shorter woman had gotten a fever of over 105°F and yet, had still gone to take her economics test. She, of course, aced it... and then was immediately sent to the hospital. It took her about two weeks to recover and even though she was supposed to be on bed rest, she studied day in and day out.

It got worse when she took over Luthor Corp. But Sam couldn't blame her. The young woman had a huge amount of pressure on her shoulders. Her brother's attacks had made everything worse and it didn't help that her mother frowned upon everything she did. The whole world was watching her every move because of her last name. Even after she changed the company's name to L-Corp, the people of National City were still wary of her. She did her best to get people to forget her shameful last name and what it meant but to no avail. She would be branded as "a Luthor" for the rest of her life. But damn it if she was going to let that stop her from making the world a better place.

"Sam, you still with me?"

The taller woman shook her head to bring her back to reality. She turned and looked at her friend who was putting her phone back in her pocket. "Sorry what?"

"You zoned out staring at the gorgeous redhead in the back there." Lena chucked and pointed to a beautiful redheaded woman sitting in a booth at the back of the room.

"I was not... who were you emailing?" Sam blushed, hoping she could change the subject.

"Who said I was emailing anyone?" A slim black eyebrow raised in question as Lena looked back at her friend.

"Because the only person you text is me and I'm sitting right beside you so there is no way you're texting."

"I text people who aren't you," Lena shot back defensively.

"Oh really? Who?"

Lena sat quietly for a second before mumbling a 'no one'. The tall brunette barked out a laugh and took a swig of her drink. "That's what I thought."

"Shut it, Arias. Are you going to go talk to the beautiful woman or not? Because you might lose your chance." Lena pointed out.

"Maybe... you wouldn't mind, would you? Because I'd hate to abandon you here... especially since you didn't even want to be here in the first place..."