Art n shit

My first prompt!! Thank you! I wrote this some time ago, but here you go. Enjoy :)

Kara’s all grimaces and fingers struggling not to destroy her red solo cup as she makes her way through crowds of sweaty bodies, and mumbles excuses as she goes along. They’re answered with no more than giggles and laughter and inappropriate offers, and suddenly she understands why Alex had advised her to sneak in some alcoholic beverages suited for aliens.

Between dancing friends and people she’s never seen before, Kara finds an empty spot on what turns out to be a moderately comfortable couch. Though it’s the guy sitting on it, right next to her, that reminds Kara of how notably too sober she still is. Instead she watches this all unfold without any intoxication to make up for a lack of respect, or actual things to do. There’s only so many dance-moves Kara can pull off - forced onto the makeshift dance floor by no other than Alex - while being fully aware of how stupid she must look. And there are only so many conversations she can have with people much more inebriated before she realizes they’re all the same, and all equally as boring and insignificant.

The guy next to Kara won’t stop talking about the hot chick - Alex - dancing amongst some of his friends, the terrible music pounds in Kara’s ears, and whatever liquid she’s put into her cup tastes bitter and, quite frankly, unappealing without the added bonus of getting to enjoy this evening a little more. And Kara hates frat parties. She knows now why she’s never attended one before. 

“That’s my sister,” Kara points out one more time, after one comment about beautifully swaying hips too much. She glares at him, too, just for good measure.

 His gaze is resting on Alex’s frame, and he barely picks up on it, merely grins. “Think she’d let me hit that?” 

Kara groans, and downs her drink simply because of the message it usually seems to convey. She’s done with this conversation, and she’s done with this party. 

“She’s a lesbian.” 

His goofy grin merely falters. Only then does Kara nudge his shoulder and point out someone else to him. Sam, one hand playing with short auburn hair, the other holding a cup of her own. Almost as tightly as Kara’s holding hers. 

“And see that girl?” she asks. Kara makes sure he’s spotted Sam before she keeps on going, and she makes sure that he’s picked up on her malicious gaze as well. “The one that’s currently glaring at you? That’s her girlfriend.” 

Kara emphasizes each key word in hopes he might understand, eventually, how incredibly unwanted his attention is. But he doesn’t, and so Kara gives up. She pats his shoulder in pity before she lets Alex know she’ll get out of there for a while, come back later to make sure both her and Sam end up getting home safely. And almost she feels guilty for the way Alex’s upturned lips fall, and her head tilts to one side in question. 

She explains it’s just not her thing, and how she feels uncomfortable - how she’d rather be in her dorm right in that moment. How she’d rather be outside stargazing, or in one of the empty rooms of the frat house that’s not currently occupied by some drunk couple, doing things Kara would rather not think about. 

In the end she settles for latter, and if only because a certain drunk guy has seemingly deemed it his mission to follow her. With a newly filled cup Kara escapes up the stairs, tries several rooms and sighs in relief when she finally stumbles upon an unlocked one. 

She sneaks into it, closes the door behind her, leans against it with closed eyes. The music’s still decidedly too loud, though muffled and dull, and somehow she can’t help but grin. That is, until she opens her eyes - and finds that she’s not as alone as she’d previously hoped to be. The thought-to-be-empty bedroom is not all that empty after all, and Kara can feel the warmth spread up her neck as she looks at the girl now eyeing her curiously.

“Oh, hi.” Pulled out of her stupor - but not entirely, this girl is pretty -, Kara manages to wave with her free hand and gather herself up enough to then extend it as she takes a few steps closer. She’s about to shake this girl’s hand, at a party, but suddenly there’s that familiar upturn of now dry lips. “Wait, I know you! Chemistry. Lena, right?” 

Kara finds little comfort in no longer being the only one to blush, and yet she does enjoy wide eyes and a bashful smile. “You know me?” 

“Of cour-” 

“You’re Kara Danvers.” 

Kara thinks that somehow the tone of Lena’s voice indicates this simple statement to mean something more, but she hasn’t just yet gotten behind it as she gets comfortable on the bed, proceeds to look at Lena. “Yeah.” 

“And you know me.” Again, Kara doesn’t quite know what that’s supposed to mean. 

“And you’re studying at a party,” she shoots back instead, grins when Lena closes her book instinctively, and takes off her thick rimmed glasses. Kara regrets having said anything at all. It’s only now that she properly takes note of books, and pens, and a cup of coffee on the floor next to the other girl. Kara finds it all to be incredibly endearing. 

Lena shrugs and takes a sip. “Lame, I know.” 

But Kara shakes her head, disagrees wholeheartedly and then laughs. “Don’t go around calling any of this lame, now that there’s two of us.” 

“What are you doing here anyways, Kara Danvers?” Lena draws out her name in a manner that might almost be teasing. Pale cheeks adapt a complimenting shade of red once more. “Football captain. Most popular girl on campus. Shouldn’t you be partying with your friends?” 

“If by friends you mean my intoxicated sister, her girlfriend, and some creepy dude that won’t stop hitting on either of us, sure.” 

Lena hums in understanding, smiles knowingly, picks up her books again. Kara doesn’t mind, merely watches in something that might come close to fascination. Perhaps she is drunk, after all. She certainly feels giddy, can barely stop the upward rising of lips. Once again she downs her drink, and hopes Lena does not mind her presence. 

“So you’re staying here instead?” Lena asks, and Kara nods softly in response. With its relative silence, a comfortable bed and a definitive lack of people, this room is certainly better than any of the crowded ones downstairs. Having Lena’s company is a surprising yet welcome bonus, if she’ll have her. 

“I’d love t-”

There’s loud knocking on the door then, and a voice that is distinctively Sam’s. Kara’s mad at the interruption, though only for all of one second, before the words catch up with her. 

“Kara, you in there? Alex is sick, we better get her out of here.” The door opens slowly and Sam peaks inside carefully. “You’re not sleeping with someone in there, are you?” 

Kara blushes, stumbles over words. Lena is the one who answers with a mocking “nope, we’re just studying”, Kara already a few steps across the room. Sam’s gaze as it meets her own is sceptical and adorned with raised eyebrows, but Kara merely shrugs, goofy grin still set in place. 

She’s not quite sure what compels her to turn around once more. To apologize for her sudden appearance, as well as her sudden departure, sure. Though she doesn’t know why exactly she now also deems it logical to follow up an adventurous evening with something that is quite frankly reckless. 

“Hey Lena? Just in case you ever need a study partner agai-” 

Sam pulls her out of the room before she can finish, and soon Kara’s back amongst people. The music’s still bad, even more so now that there’s no door to muffle it, and the floor is sticky with alcohol. Alex is stuck in one of the bathrooms, and Kara knows it’ll be a long night when she takes a proper look at both her and Sam. 

Lena’s one glass of scotch into her lonely evening when a knock on her door disrupts the crappy tv show she hadn’t been paying attention to in the first place. Willingly or not, Lena likes solitude. Lena likes being alone, and she most certainly doesn’t expect a soaked DEO agent to stop by on a weeknight - or ever.

She’s always regarded Alex as strong and confident, and miraculously she’s exuberating it even now. Hands behind her back, eyes dull and barely acknowledging the opening door. Lena thinks she must be incredibly brave to show up like this. There had always been a gap between them, but Lena bridges it once sad eyes meet empty ones, instinctively pulls her into a tight hug.

Lena hadn’t previously been aware of the storm raging outside, too caught up in ones much closer to her heart. Though now that she sees Alex like this, all dishevelled and wet hair, she suddenly takes note of the rain hitting her windows rather harshly. The water cascading down pale cheeks could be anything, but red eyes indicate it to be mostly tears. And Alex smells of scotch even more so than Lena herself.

I never meant to start a fire,

Lena: Cannibalism.