Chapter Text
Alex's POV
“Urgh.”
Alex was face down on her bed, trying to fight off the jackhammer in her head. She shouldn’t drink too much, even if for some freaky reason her liver didn’t scream to death when she drank ryncol mixed with vodka and tequila. Three hundred credits sounded good when she took Lucy’s bet, but now she had to go to work with her head full of rampaging krogan.
With a lot of effort, she went to the bathroom and just bumped into the wall twice, which was a miracle in itself. She puked her guts out (which turned the floor purple, gross) in the shower and cursed Lucy and Vasquez and the boys for egging her on. They knew her weakness against peer pressure and they took advantage of that.
Assholes.
She brushed her teeth and noted the bags under her eyes were bigger than Cat Grant’s purse when Kara fucked up for the nth time. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked like a goddamn husk than a human right now.
The brunette dressed up in all black (Kara once complained she couldn’t find anything other than black in Alex’s dresser when she stayed over) and headed to the door. She was hungry, but honestly, she didn’t think her stomach could handle food right now. Maybe in a bit.
Alex walked to the cab around the Citadel and chose Lower Wards. She was glad her small apartment located near the cabs; otherwise she would have to brave sunlight for too long. Artificial or not, it was still a bitch for her eyes.
She entered the small cab and chose automatic drive, hoping to catch up more sleep. The ride was smooth and silent, perfect for a nap.
She was dreaming of a streak of white hair when the cab started to beep, a feature that was implemented when the passenger didn’t leave in five minutes after the cab stopped in their destination.
She transferred her credit from her omni-tool and left the cab. She squints her eyes when the sunlight hit her face.
The first thing she saw when she entered C-Sec was Livewire leaning on Siobhan’s desk with her cleavage right on the brunette’s eye level, and Siobhan obviously enjoyed the view.
Alex rolled her eyes internally at the two. They never really got along, especially with Siobhan’s dislike for Kara, and because Alex was Kara’s best friend, that feelings often extended to her too.
Livewire, on the other hand, was a bit too wild for Alex’s liking. She was a vigilante turned Special Response Ops along with Kara, and sometimes she wondered why Livewire would be here instead of terrorizing people.
She clocked in and nodded at the two of them, which Livewire responded with her trademark lazy grin and Siobhan’s raised eyebrow.
When she got to the Investigation Division section, she was greeted by a stray paper ball to her forehead, which for some reason hurts like hell.
“Ow! What the fuck!”
“Oh Rao, I’m so sorry, Alex! I was aiming for the basketball net behind you!”
Alex rubbed her reddened forehead and saw her Kryptonian best friend Kara Zor-El gave her the infamous puppy eyes that made even the cold-hearted bitch Cat Grant melted.
“Ugh, fine, just stop with the eyes, damn it.” She groused. Kara smiled and hugged Alex, who patted her back awkwardly. Even after all this time, she still wasn’t used to Kara’s brand of affection.
Kara let go of her and followed Alex to her desk. She sat in Vasquez’s empty chair across from her desk and yawned.
“The big bad Kryptonian can feel tired too, huh?” The detective said while rummaging in her drawer for paracetamol. She found one and dry swallowed it. Shame medi-gel didn't work for headache, otherwise she'd make use of the ubiquitous medi-gel in the bullpen.
“Well, I didn’t sleep much and I just had a little breakfast this morning.” Kara scratched her head sheepishly.
“Oh? And why didn’t you sleep much?”
The blonde blushed and opened her mouth and closed it again. Alex felt her eyebrows rose to her hairline.
“Hey Kara! Catch!”
The Kryptonian caught an extra large chocolate muffin and brightened up. “Thanks, Winn!” She looked relieved for some reason.
“No problem!” Winn waved to both of them and continued to his section. Network Division was close to Investigation, so he often popped out here to hang out, while Special Response was a floor away, but Kara liked to be here anyway. Not that anyone stopped her. Everyone liked Kara, the alien puppy from the outer space, as dubbed by a very drunk Lucy one night.
(Except for Siobhan, but then again Siobhan didn't like a lot of people except for Livewire and, strangely, Winn.)
Kara ate her muffin with gusto and Alex felt her stomach turn. As much as she loved Kara, the Kryptonian’s table manners left a lot to be desired. She turned her gaze away from Kara and saw James and Lucy entered the bullpen together.
With a burst of super speed Kara embraced both of them in a group hug. James coughed from the impact of a strong force to his ribs and Lucy subtly winced, but they both hugged Kara back anyway.
“Alien puppy strikes again, I see.”
Alex turned to see Vasquez chuckled at Kara’s antic. “She also flicked my forehead with a paper ball when I came. I thought someone just punched me.” The hungover detective rubbed her reddened forehead.
“No wonder you look like shit, Danvers.”
“Please, don’t you have a mirror, Vasquez?”
Before Vasquez can reply, Alex’s omni-tool pinged with an incoming message. It was sent to her private number, which not a lot of people know.
Can we meet this evening? Same time and same place.
A.
Oh.
Alex felt her cheeks tinged red and judging from Vasquez’s snickers, it was more than just a tinge and more like a full on blush. She ignored her partner’s laughter and quickly typed a Yes, of course for the reply.
She booted up her tablet and tried to ignore her fluttering heart.
