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There was a crisis, a serious crisis; Sara knew this, knew that she should have been focused on the alien attack looming over, not one, but two earths. Still, she couldn't help herself. Being the captain of the Waverider and the Legends was tough work, and Sara deserved a break. She missed the side of herself that was a party girl, the side that was masked by her hardened and darkened soul. With the gang together in Star City, though, she could allow herself to have fun and cause a little mischief. At least for one night.
It all sort of went down like this: Thea had thought it best to throw a party at Verdant once the superheroes and their teams were assembled in Star City. Oliver had scoffed and refused to allow it, but everyone else -- even Professor Stein -- was in favor of it. Not one to deny his baby sister anything, Oliver caved, and the party was planned. All of the teams were in attendance -- Team Arrow, Team Flash, the Legends, and Team Supergirl -- and various other notables in the city were invited. The place was packed as a deep bass thumped out of the speakers. The lights were low as usual and a glow from the intricate fixtures and the floor illuminated the room enough for people to recognize near faces.
The bar was where Sara Lance had found the intriguing new addition to their group. Kara Danvers, or as she was more widely known, Supergirl, was standing at the bar with the gorgeously intimidating Lena Luthor, CEO of LCorp and engineer. Barry Allen was with them, following along to their conversation. Sara looked Kara up and down. The alien was breathtaking. Her hair was in perfect curls, her frame was thin but muscular. Her blue eyes sparkled behind her adorable glasses.
Sara was never one to hesitate when it came to wooing women. That was why she walked up behind Kara and tapped her shoulder. Kara excused herself from the conversation, but Sara could still see Lena's eyes on them.
"Can I buy a pretty lady a drink?" Sara asked, batting her eyelashes. Kara's face turned red, nearly matching the color of her blouse. Behind Kara, Lena tensed and straightened impossibly more.
"Um, I-I... Sure," Kara answered, flustered. Sara found it endearing. She motioned to the bartender, who immediately went to work on Kara's drink.
"So, you're the new girl," Sara stated. "How do you like the team so far?"
"Everyone is really great. I'm so excited to be here!" Kara exclaimed. The excitement in her voice had been there all day.
"Well, I can tell you that we are very glad you're here," Sara said, emphasizing the 'very'. She leaned closer to Kara and ghosted her hand on the girl's arm. "I'm looking forward to spending time with you."
By then, Kara was still flustered and stammering. From behind, Lena Luthor cleared her throat and sighed, swiftly moving away from the two and to the dance floor. Her outburst was enough to draw Kara's attention, who straightened at once with a look of confusion on her face.
"Lena?" Kara called after the woman. "Excuse me, Sara, but I have to go find Lena." Sara sighed. Of course, she had to start falling for the adorable alien who seemed to be emotionally unavailable. She'd asked Barry if Kara was straight or involved, and he'd told her that Kara was bisexual and not with anyone. He was wrong.
"You're Sara Lance, right?" A voice asked from beside Sara. She turned to find a tall woman with short brown hair leaning against the bar. "We didn't have the formal introduction today. I'm Agent Alex Danvers."
"Danvers?" Sara questioned, intrigued.
"Kara is my adoptive sister."
"I see," Sara said.
"Your eyes are gorgeous," Alex observed, her own brown ones muted with trepidation. "Do you maybe want to... get some drinks and go somewhere quieter?"
Sara laughed. "You're hitting on me."
"I'm trying to," Alex said, sighing. She laughed once, almost humorlessly. "I'm sorry. I've only recently figured out I'm gay, and it's because I have feelings for someone who doesn't have feelings for me, and I don't want to look stupid in front of her. And maybe I want to make her a little jealous."
"Is she that woman over there with the dimples?" Sara asked, discreetly tilting her chin in the direction of an annoyed-looking Latina woman.
"That would be her. Detective Maggie Sawyer of the NCPD's science division," Alex answered, eyes lingering.
"Well," Sara said with a smirk on her face as she leaned closer to Alex, "I think it's working, Agent Danvers."
"How do you know?"
"I've observed her body language. She's tensing her right hand, the more calloused of the two, which means it's her punching hand. And," Sara finished with a laugh, "she's giving me a death stare."
"Interesting," Alex said. She shuffled a little closer to Sara.
"Luckily for you, I feel like helping you out. For a little information in return, of course."
"What do you want to know?" Alex asked.
"Your sister. What's the deal with her and the Luthor?" Sara questioned.
"I don't really know," Alex confessed, shaking her head. "Kara isn't straight, and I know when Kara is crushing on someone. And she's definitely crushing on someone. I just don't know if that someone is Lena Luthor. They spend a lot of time together, but, historically, Luthors and Supers don't get along."
"Good to know," Sara said, taking Alex's hand in hers. She led her to the other side of the room, out of Maggie's view.
"Why do you want to know? You aren't crushing on my sister, are you?" Alex accused. Sara nearly panicked. She didn't know what to do. Of course she was developing a crush on Supergirl; who wouldn't? Sara had to choose between being selfish, or doing the right thing and letting Kara's heart decide. Because, if she really wanted to, Sara could beat Lena Luthor any day.
"No, definitely not. I've just made a decision, Alex Danvers," Sara declared. "I'm going to fix this little gay mess going on between the four of you." Before she could continue, Kara trotted up to the other girls.
"Hey, have either of you seen Lena? I lost her a little while ago," Kara explained.
"I haven't," Sara said, "but I need you to come with me, both of you. Tonight, we're going to have a little fun."