In Need of a Date - Supercorp

Good luck with that

The beer in my hand was barely cold, still half full I wasn't feeling like drinking, instead choosing to watch the party around me. We'd finished those games Beth wanted to play with us a few hours ago and since then everyone had been drinking and dancing like their lives depended on it. If it could effect me, I would probably join them. Without the alcohol the need to dance wasn't as appealing tonight.

Keeping an eye on Lena wasn't hard, I couldn't take my eyes off her; the way she moved should have been made illegal. "Ya droolin'." Harley's voice wasn't surprising, but I made a show of pretending to jump slightly.

I ran my thumb over the top of my beer bottle. "S-So?" Why was I acting like this wasn't allowed? She's my 'girlfriend', drooling over her is allowed.

Harley sat down next to me, seemingly wanting to have a conversation I didn't think would be good. "Ya know, ya ain't a good liar." I tried not to turn my head to look at her, but she clocked my eyes widen at the statement.

"What am I lying about exactly?" No need to drop Lena in it if she's completely wrong, right?

Harley raised an eyebrow at me, "Take ya pick... but I think it's super obvious." My heart stopped, did she know? How could she know? I didn't get the chance to say anything else as Lena dropped herself on my other side, arm wrapping around my shoulders. "How ya doin' Luthor?"

Lena leaned forward to eye the blonde villainess, who simply laughed at her state. "You don't get to call me that." I had to hold back a giggle at her almost slurring her words, the gears in her brain working hard to make her sound sober. It wasn't working.

"I can't call ya by ya name? What should I call ya then?" Give her some credit, Harley played along with Lena's drunk train of thought, even if neither of us knew where it was going.

Lena frowned, having not thought that far ahead apparently. "You can call me... Danvers." Now she had both of us frowning at her, puzzled.

"Babe, that's my name." I hoped pointing out the obvious would help, but she just laughed.

"Exactly." Now I was just as confused but Harley seemed to have caught on, a laugh escaping her as she swigs the rest of her beer.

"Good luck with that." With that parting 'wisdom' she was gone, skipping back to the rest of the group and leaving Lena and I sat on the lounger. In those few seconds, Lena seemed to have lost her energy and curled into my shoulder, cuddling my arm in a vice grip.

"What am I going to do with you?" I murmured, looking down at her with a sigh. Contemplating my options, I was debating just picking her up and walking out, but it was still early in the evening and everyone else seemed fine still. Why are you this drunk?

Indeed, looking around I found no one else in the state Lena was in, a feat in itself since she could hold her alcohol fairly well. As I scanned the room, I spotted Beth talking to someone and glancing over at us, but the two stopped when the bride to be caught my gaze before I could hear them. What was she up to?

Shuffling, Lena buried herself further into me if that was possible, prompting me to start moving whilst I still could. Holding most of her weight, I started moving us through the villa to the front door.

We just got outside when we were stopped by Jack and the guys coming back from whatever they were doing, all of them as drunk as the women inside. "Everything okay Kara?" Jack stopped, along with Maxwell Lord to see what was going on. What about this situation makes them think we need help?

"Yep." I shifted my hold on Lena. "She's just tired so we're going back." Smiling, I hoped they would leave us alone to walk back i peace, but Jack decided to keep talking.