#scngvinary

   not a single word in remy’s statements were true. neither was  whatever    she insinuated. but the woman with  her   was  lovely,   and a good time    is what she’d determined to get out of this ball guilt-tripped upon her.     

kara gave kate a sheepish smile. “well, it’s the first one i’ve made,” she replied as she reached inside the neck of her shirt and pulled out the batarang pendant. “i just wanted to wear something of yours close to my heart,” she explained, before she made a face and added, “that sounded better in my head...” and now kate was going to tease her for being sappy.

“Frequent, he`s always trying to lock her and my... father, away in the asylum.” She said bitterly, crossing her arms as she looked over at the other women to see her reaction to words.

And from her quiet corner at the bar, she was picking up quite the ʀɪᴠᴇᴛɪɴɢ conversation.

ebony hair is tossed over her shoulder as she stands up from her previous crouching position, flicking dirt off her jacket with a gloved hand. ‘  say that i do.  ’ she wets her lower lip and her head tilts. ‘  what are you going to do about it?  ’

        “i work alone, mostly,” kali begins to explain, fingertips seeming to tap against the flask in her hands of their own accord. “that’s... the nature of the job. to be a guardian, is to work alone.” the way she says it, it’s neither here nor there.  it’s simply the way it is and always has been.

oh no !!     leaping to her feet , arms raise overhead in warning     (     opening and crossing like an X repeatedly     ) .     the distance between dolphin and the beach volley team     (     playing just shy of a hundred yards away     )     seemed not enough given the ball hurling toward the sand castle she had spent a decent hour constructing .     bright crystal eyes appear alert whilst dolphin DIVES over her castle in attempt to save it from destruction .     her palm manages to get just enough contact to bat it away , herself on the other hand rolling into the sand .     a lethargic push props her up , lifting her head , dolphin brushes the sand off her cheek whilst staring toward a bright red-haired woman     (     where did she recall knowing a red-head ??     ) .

      “don’t mock me. you ride with me, you put your seatbelt on.” alex repeats, raised brows directed at kate. her tone of voice is just short of reprimanding. “you can thank me later when you don’t go flying through the windshield.” she is not a bad driver, her maneuvers are simply.... unconventional. in alex’s defense, about ninety percent of the events that require her to get behind the steering wheel of a car are deo related. it’s only natural that she views driving anything with more than two wheels as means to an end. “yes.” gear stick shifted into place, she presses down on the accelerator the moment her passenger’s seat belt is secured, tires squeaking and engine roaring as they take off. “i’d appreciate it if you stuck to the most common safety regulations.” if that wasn’t the kettle calling the pot black.