Endgame = SuperCorp

When he took the call, I realized that I shouldn’t have been begging for his attention. Several sets of eyes had fallen on me since I entered the club.  I could have been dancing with someone who wanted me.  I felt the weight of an emerald-eyed stare coming from the opposite side of the bar.  I waded through the sea of bodies and came to a stop behind the brunette as she turned and her high, tight ponytail swished in front of me. She wore a black leather tank top and pants, gold earrings, necklace, and bracelets.

“Would you like to dance,” I asked her.

“I don’t like dancing,” she replied over her shoulder.

“Then, can I buy you a drink?”

“I already have one.” She showed me her glass.

I didn’t understand why she would stare at me from across the room like that only to brush me off. I turned to leave.

“May I buy you a drink,” she asked, stopping me in my tracks.

“Sure.”

“What do you like?”

“Something sweet,” I replied.

“Well, that’s a shame. Because I am anything but sweet.” She turned and took a sip of amber liquid.

I watched how her crimson colored lips bracketed the glass. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. My eyes were drawn to the few freckles that dotted her alabaster skin.  Her top could barely contain her breasts.  The motion of her left eyebrow raising in question brought my eyes back to hers. I noticed that the black of her pupils had expanded to leave just a small ring of green around them. She smirked as she turned back to the bartender.

“Something sweet for…”

“Kara,” I supplied.

The bartender nodded and poured white rum and lime juice into a glass.  He added sugar, soda water, and sprinkled in some mint leaves before placing it in front of us. The brunette picked up the glass and handed it to me.

“Something sweet for you, Kara.”

“Thank you…”

“Lena.”

“Thank you, Lena.” I clinked my glass against hers and took a sip.  The liquid rolled along my tongue.  Unless the rum originated elsewhere in the galaxy, it would not get me drunk.  However, the sugar greatly improved my mood.  “Did you come here with anyone?”

“No. You?”

“Some work friends.  But they weren’t much fun.”

“Their loss.”

“Indeed. So, why come to a dance club if you don’t like to dance?”

“I’m visiting from out of town and wanted some company.”

“Where are you from?”

“Metropolis.”

“My cousin lives there.”

“Do you want to show me where you live?”

“I live here, in National City.” Lena lowered her head and shook it slowly while looking up at me through her lashes. “Oh. You mean that you want to come back to my loft.”