Hey are you still taking prompts? In case you are, could you do a supercorp one where kara drunk dials lena while she's at the alien bar. Don't think I've seen any and I really need drunk/cute/flirty kara in my life.
Thanks for the prompt!
Lena frowns as her phone rings. She sets down her pen and
looks up from the paperwork she is sifting through. Her brow furrows even more
when she sees the number on her caller ID but a small smile quirks up on her
“Kara, what can I do for you at this hour?” She says as she
accepts the call. She fights the urge to lower her voice an octave. She’s tried
flirting with Kara and so far the woman has given her nothing by way of
response. Not being one who likes to push people when they’re clearly not
interested, Lena had decided to back off a little.
It does nothing for her confusion though when the only
response she gets is a little giggle followed by a burp. She pulls her phone
away from her ear and checks to see if she read the caller ID right before. But
the screen still says Kara Danvers. So she presses the phone to her ear once
“Kara, are you alright?” She asks.
“I’m so good, Lena. I’m” Kara is interrupted by the sound of
a hiccup and another giggle.
Something occurs to Lena, and she tries not to laugh. “Kara,
are you drunk?”
“No!” Kara squeaks, but then there’s more giggling, and Kara
seems to forget what the question was because she hiccups again, then slurs, “Hey
Lena. Did you know, that you’re pretty?”
Lena’s mouth opens a little, and she’s so stunned that she’s
silent for a moment. But she quickly regains her wits and a smirk begins to
form on her face. “Am I now?” She purrs into the phone.
Kara, oblivious to the sultry tone Lena’s voice has adopted,
hiccups again, and nods her head emphatically even though Lena can’t see her
motion. “Like super pretty. S-super.” And there Kara cuts herself off with a
sharp bark of laughter. “Super pretty, Lena. Super. Ha! Get it?”
Lena just furrows her brow, not quite sure of Kara’s drunken
ramblings. “Ah…no?” She responds quizzically.
“Oh wait.” Kara sounds suddenly serious, musing over
something she’d remembered. “Never mind.”
“Right…” Lena says, completely confused but also convinced
that Kara wouldn’t really be able to explain what the hell she was talking
about in this state anyways. Her concern for the young woman is growing, so she drops
whatever Kara had been attempting to talk about and instead asks, “Kara where
are you? Do you need a ride home?”
“Oh yes. I’m not fl- erm, driving like this. I am,” a
muffled giggle, “Lena, I’m drunk!” She exclaims as if it hadn’t been obvious.
“You don’t say.” Lena chuckles. She writes down the address Kara
tells her, and shuts down her work computer as she packs up to leave the office
and collect Kara.