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“Ack,” Kara sputtered as the still-burning liquid blazed down her throat. The humanoid alien chortled at her from behind the bar as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. It came away the same unnatural blue that the drink had been.
“Least you didn’t throw up!” A grizzled old guy said from across the counter, raising his glass of normal whiskey towards her. “Last guy I saw dumb enough to try it emptied his guts into that can over there.”
“Lovely,” Kara coughed. Krypto whined at her feet and she gave him a rough scratch on the neck, dropping a few scraps of the awful bar food at her feet.
She hadn’t been out drinking on a red sun planet in a while, only a few times since she’d met Ruthye. Clark had been keeping her busy on Earth, running from this disaster to that disaster and constant ‘family dinners’ with the Kents and Lois. She went to them, but damn did she need a night off.
The buzz of the bar was in full swing, obnoxious yells and shouts coming from the dart board on Kara’s right and drunk bellowing on her left. It was bawdy and overwhelming and violent.
She fit right in.
“You want anything else?” The barkeep rasped, “Or are you–”
The noise died down, an immediate hush falling over the drunk patrons. Kara didn’t want to turn around and somehow be pulled into whatever drama was about to start in the place, but Krypto tugged her pant leg gently and she begrudgingly looked.
“Aw, fuck,” she muttered, looking down at her empty glass, wishing there was something amnesia-inducing filling it. In walked Lobo, complete with his crazed mane and various stains that were probably blood all over his clothes. People dived out of his way as his feet pounded heavily on the piss and sick covered floor.
She felt his presence come up behind her, rolling her eyes at the dramatics. The stool screeched as he came to her right and dragged it, leaving marks that would likely never be fixed.
Lobo didn’t say anything, not at first, and the barkeep was practically shaking in fear.
“Is there… something I can get for you, sir?” The alien tentatively asked, flinching back when Lobo turned to him.
“Whatever’s strongest,” Lobo said shortly. Upon the realization that he wasn’t there to eliminate them all in a rage, the bar went back to their activities, albeit a bit more cautiously than before.
“Wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon,” Kara said, giving him the side-eye. “Get bored of bounty hunting?”
“Pah! Hardly,” Lobo scoffed. The barkeep slid over a few glasses of a pink-tinted liquid and scurried away, though not before Kara managed to get a glass of Parcnik, the best gasoline-flavored alcohol this side of Minsh. “I’m just waiting for the newest mark to fall into the hunter’s trap.”
“They’re in wormhole travel and you couldn’t stop them, so now you have to wait for them to exit,” Kara surmised, snorting when he sent her a pissed glare. Yeah, she was on a planet where she was effectively powerless, but she also felt reasonably confident that she could push him a little further than that without him trying to kill her. Plus, she was like, 90% sure there was no bounty out on her head, which meant that he wasn’t going to get any money for killing her.
“Careful,” he warned. “You’re hardly operating at your best here, Supergirl.”
Kara shrugged cavalierly. “Oh well, we all gotta go sometime. Not like I’d make it easy for you.”
She threw back the little shot glass that had been placed in front of her, humming as the warmth spread through her stomach. That was a feeling that she couldn’t get anywhere near a yellow sun.
“Guess you wouldn’t. Your cousin know that you killed Krem?”
“Somehow hasn’t come up,” Kara sighed. She gave Lobo an aside glance. “I know you aren’t going to tell him. You don’t give a shit about that.”
“Nah, I’m not. It was fun as fuck to watch you drive that sword into his chest! What is it he’s called on your planet? Boy scout? He’d just be a wet blanket.”
Kara bristled. Clark was annoying, smothering, and entirely too up in her business, but he was good. Yeah, he was a wet blanket, but from what she’d heard while she was off-planet, he did some pretty metal shit here and there. And Lobo was a piece of shit who didn’t deserve to criticize Clark.
“Shut the fuck up,” she jutted her chin outwards. Lobo raised one of his eyebrows that were covered up with black face paint, but didn’t say anything further. “What the fuck are you even doing here? There are bars that are more your speed on this side of the galaxy, aren’t there?”
“And what bars would those be?”
“Y’know, the ones where big bad bounty hunters choose to sit down and fight. Not ones where there’s a karaoke machine in the corner.”
“I like karaoke,” Lobo shrugged. “Seems like you should be somewhere more your speed, too.”
“And where the fuck would that be?” Krypto was growling at Lobo low in his throat, but didn’t dart forward to attack Lobo.
“Somewhere where little girls come in to look for vengeance,” Lobo grinned.
“Whatever, It’s not even–” Kara stiffened. “How did you know about that?”
“Word gets around,” Lobo smirked.
“The fuck it does. No man who gets their shit rocked by a drunk blonde girl talks. How the fuck did you know that?”
“Men might not talk, but I found someone who did.”
“Who was even–” Ice dripped down Kara’s spine. Her hand tightened into a fist. “Stay away from her.”
“I’m sure I don’t–”
“She’s away from this now,” Kara enunciated her words slowly and carefully, straightening her spine to her full height, even though Lobo still towered over her. “Which means you stay away from her. You don’t even like her. Why were you there?”
Lobo slammed back one of the glasses, tossing it behind him when he was finished. It hit some poor guy about to throw a dart in the head, effectively winning the game for the other guy.
“I was curious if she knew what her blade had done.” Kara snarled, and Lobo held up one of his hands in a patronizing gesture. “Simmer down, Supergirl. Didn’t say shit to her.”
“Then what? You just had a little chat?”
“Yeah,” Lobo shrugged. “Her aunt was shaking like a leaf the whole time.” Then, with a bit of disgust. “You should’ve let her kill him.”
“No,” Kara said firmly. “She doesn’t need that. Krem’s dead, and she didn’t have to ruin herself for that. Not when I was there.”
“I saw you on that beach. You enjoyed that fight, didn’t you? How their bones feel when you crush them beneath your fists?”
Kara bit back the urge to show him just how much she enjoyed it by punching him right in that stupid face paint that was dripping on the right side. Instead, she slammed down payment on the bar and stalked her way out, whistling to call Krypto to heel.
“Hit a nerve?” He yelled after her.
“Fuck you, you arrogant asshole!” She slammed the bar door behind her, a small piece of it giving way as she did.
Still in the bar, Lobo smiled.
~~~
Kara danced in the middle of the room, swinging her hair from side to side as a godawful pop song from Earth played loudly. She couldn’t even make out the individual lyrics, but it didn’t really matter. It had been weeks since she’d last gone out drinking, and after that dumpster fire of a natural disaster in Hawaii with Kal, she just had to get away. Krypto was off at the other end of the bar, nosing his way through a trash can.
“I need another shot,” Kara murmured to herself, stumbling over to the bar. The female alien behind the strip of rotting wood serving as a bar was covered in different piercings and tattoos, one of which being a botched cover-up of someone’s name.
“What do you want?” She grunted.
“Flaming goo shot,” Kara replied, picking something at random from the menu. The bartender wrinkled her nose but didn’t comment, turning away to mix it up.
“Give me one as well,” a loud, booming male voice said from the other side of Kara.
She dropped her head down to the wood and groaned. “Urghhh. You again.”
Lobo grinned. “Yes.”
“I’m not even in the same system,” Kara complained. “Why the fuck are you here again.”
“I make my way around.” Lobo shrugged. The bargoers didn’t seem to notice him as much as last time, likely too drunk or too stupid to know who exactly was here.
“Aren’t you supposed to be too much of a money whore to have this much free time?”
“Even gods need downtime.”
Kara rolled her eyes, leaning back into her seat. “Right. Almost forgot about your not-so-little complex. Did you feel like a god when the Brigands had you locked up?”
Lobo growled. “That was–”
“A hunters trap, right, right,” Kara poked. “Ruthye told me, right after she told me about how she busted your ass out of there. Getting saved by a little girl isn’t the best look for a god, y’know.”
“Hardly such a little girl. She took down a Briggand three times her size with no assistance.”
“Yeah,” Kara smiled. “She’s a strong one.”
She had done her best to keep in contact with Ruthye–not like Ruthye was going to let her stop. Every few days, or at the very least once a week, Kara called her and did her best to recount the big bad of the week, or some story about Clark trying and failing to train Krypto to sit. In turn, Ruthye told her about what life was like with her aunt, how things were going with her schooling, and the few attempts she made trying to metalwork like her father had done. It was… nice. It felt like Kara had family again.
“Practically strong enough to carry out her own revenge,” Lobo said offhandedly, watching Kara from the corner of his eye, clearly trying to start a fight.
“It’s not a matter of being strong, Lobo,” Kara bit out. “She’s a kid. She shouldn’t have to carry that on her shoulders.”
“She should carry it proudly, as her first kill will be her most important.”
“That true for your first kills?” Kara asked snidely, well aware even in her more drunken state that she was teetering over the edge of a line.
Lobo bared his teeth. “Yes.”
“Whatever,” Kara snorted. “It doesn’t matter, because she didn’t kill him, and she’s never going to know that I did.”
“I know,” Lobo said faux-innocently. “And if I were to let it slip–”
“Then you would find yourself being blown to bits by solar radiation,” Kara hissed. She was leaning forward over the bar, palm pressed down into the splintering wood. Lobo was less than a foot away, and though he didn’t look cowed in the slightest, there was a sort of exhilaration in his eyes that Kara was used to only finding in the heat of battle.
“You could try,” Lobo said, not breaking eye contact. He threw back another one of his drinks, exhaling loudly. “Now this is the shit. Burns just right on the way down.”
“Right?” Kara tapped the side of her own glass appreciatively. “The only other bar that I’ve found that has that kind of oomph is the–”
“Drunken Meridian?” Lobo asked.
“Exactly!” Kara exclaimed, then winced and pressed the side of her skull. Too loud.
“You only frequent the red sun bars, don’t you?”
“Not much point in going anywhere else, is there?”
Lobo bared his teeth in a rough smile. “Plently of reasons to be at a bar. One, get shitfaced. Two, pick a fight. And three…”
A man in the back of the bar started arguing loudly with another one of the patrons, waving an empty bottle in the air threateningly.
“Find someone,” Lobo said darkly. “And there’s my mark.”
“Figures,” Kara muttered. She watched as Lobo stalked his way over, surprisingly graceful for a man of his size. It only took a few moments for the noise around the entire bar to quiet as Lobo pulled out a wicked-looking blade that Kara knew had to be for show. Lobo was much more of a fight-on-the-go kinda guy than the precision that blade required.
As Lobo began to interrogate the guy–something about where one of the tech raider captains were, Kara didn’t really know or care–she waved the bartender over and paid her tab. She could hear the guy crying as she walked out the place.
“Have fun!” She yelled before the door slammed shut behind her, Krypto hot on her heels.
~~~
“No, no,” Kara laughed and coughed out. “You have to get the pitch higher. Like this. Riiiiighhhtt?”
“Riiighhhtttt,” Lobo mimicked in some approximation of the drunk girl impression Kara had used nearly a year prior. He had nearly a dozen shot glasses littered around him at the bar, and Kara was nearly keeping pace, though she was a few behind.
“Riigghhttt?”
“Riighhttttt?”
“That’s the best one yet,” Kara giggled. Lobo barked out his own bellowing laugh, slamming a shot back and making the empty glass count an even dozen. “I’m still so shocked you didn’t try to break my face in when I pulled that.”
“I thought you were mentally deficient and it might be best to let you die on your own time,” Lobo said.
“Fair.”
“Where did you learn that godsdamned impression?” Lobo asked. “You’re a fiery drunk, not an annoying one.”
“I’m touched,” Kara said drily. She wasn’t sure how exactly they had gotten into this conversation–her memory between shots seven and eight was kinda blurred–but Lobo really wasn’t that bad when you got drunk enough. And if you ignored the fact that he would snap you like a twig if you paid him enough. This was the third time now that Lobo had been at the same bar as her and sparked a conversation, though this was the only one that she could recall actually enjoying.
“And I learned it down on Earth,” Kara sighed. “In this club that I went to back when I was still trying to get drunk on a yellow sun planet. That was a waste of time. There was this group of middle-aged women that were drunk out of their minds–I was so jealous–and listening to them talk made me want to tear out my own ears. Seriously. When you’re that annoying and drunk, people just give you whatever they want and get away.”
Lobo wrinkled his nose at her, mock-playfully. “Or you get an axe through the chest.”
“Not when you’re on a yellow sun planet.” Kara took a swig of her drink victoriously. “Everything I do is calculated.”
“Including the–”
“We don’t talk about that.”
“Oh, so there’s–”
“We. Don’t. Talk. About. That.” Kara squinted at him. “Alright, there are two of you now, so imma head out. Kal’s gonna need help with something or other tomorrow, and i need to photosynthesize.”
Lobo snorted. “Alright, go do your good deeds. I’ll meet you again.”
“Yeah, sure,” Kara said, standing up on unsteady feet and stumbling out, Krypto stabilizing her. Three times was unlikely enough, who’s to say she’d ever see him again?
~~~
“You’re crazy!” Kara accused.
Lobo was sitting across from her in one of the secluded booths, most of the table space taken up by either empty or filled glasses. Apparently, he’d decided it was simpler to order in bulk than go back and forth.
“No shit, I’m crazy! But a Twinship can make it through Needlepoint! I’ve seen it done!”
“Were you this–hic–drunk when you saw it?”
“Damn you, woman! I saw it with my own two eyes, and–”
“Bullshit!”
Passerbys were now staring, astounded, as Kara and Lobo argued ferociously. She could imagine it looking comical, a 5’ 5” human woman verbally sparring with a 6’ 4” conqueror of worlds. And, as strange a situation it might be, Kara could only think that this was fun. It was fun fighting with Lobo about whatever inconsequential detail of his story she had decided to focus on. And she could see a sparkle in his eyes and him fighting his lips curling that meant that he was having fun too.
“YOU’RE AN IDIOT!” Kara finally roared.
“TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE!” Lobo yelled back.
Looking back, maybe they shouldn’t have drunk that last bottle of whiskey, but Kara couldn’t help but laugh even as they got kicked out.
~~~
“Fine, impressive, whatever,” Kara said, rolling her eyes. “I’ll raise you one: a Lothorian high on crystal meth from Earth, ten feet tall and wielding a mace. Took his eye out with a bottle opener I picked up from the bar.”
“That’s nothing,” Lobo boasted. “I once destroyed an entire township of mercenary Makarens for trying to steal my bike. When I was done, none of them were alive.”
“Killings easy,” Kara waved away, drinking another shot of the starberry-flavored liquid that brought a warm tingle to her toes. “There was once this billionaire guy on Earth–super bald–and it turns out that he stole my dog. And I was gonna rough him up but he was in prison or whatever–totally would’ve killed him but Kal has his rules. But I’m not gonna let him get away with it. So I keep sending him Superman fan mail, and since he’s in prison for super-serious reasons or whatever, he has to have someone read out his mail so he can’t do anything nefarious with the paper. Pretty sure I gave him a hernia.”
“You… sent him the fanmail of your cousin,” Lobo noted with a raised brow.
Kara nodded sagely. “Oh, yeah. Guy hates him with a burning passion. Hired monkeys to type up mean things on the internet, locked him in a giant prison made just for him, the whole shebang.”
“So you stole another person’s vengeance.” Lobo dodged the glass Kara threw at him with a chortle.
“Nah. Cuz wouldn’t have done anything about it. He’s too nice or something. So I did.”
Lobo considered, then started cackling. “Vengeance served well!”
Kara grinned, downing another shot.
~~~
Kara quietly ordered one of whatever was strongest at the bar, dropping down into a seat. A few of the regulars there moved away from her, and she stuck out her tongue at them. The blood on her jacket dripped down to the floor, and she knew that she would be paying a cleaning fee before she left.
“So what happened to you?” She asked Lobo, the only guy who hadn’t moved back. Of course, he hardly looked any better than she did. Green goo dripped off his shoulders and coated the hair on his head. It smelled absolutely rancid too, and she figured the only reason that he hadn’t been asked to leave yet was because the barkeep was too afraid.
“I’m not talking about it.” He cast her a sideways glance, raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
They spent the rest of the night drinking in silence.
~~~
“Hey! Kara!” Clark ducked into the room she was in, casting a disapproving gaze towards where Krypto was digging his nose into the trash. “Glad I could catch you!”
“Clark,” she greeted, taking one headphone out of her ear for courtesy or some shit. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit.”
“I just wanted to see if you were available for dinner with Lois and I tonight. We’re doing brunch for dinner, because apparently we’ve got to get rid of the eggs and french toast is the best way to do that.”
“I do like french toast,” she mused. “Alright, I’m there.”
She swung a leg over the edge of the couch and stretched upwards, rising slightly off the ground as she did so.
“It’s… nice to have you around more.” Clark sent her a bright grin that made her want to throw her sunglasses on, even if it was just a joke. “Not that you weren’t right to go around and have fun, of course! I would never want you to feel like you can’t go out or that you had to stay here and I know that you’re–”
“Clark. Chill out.” Kara lightly tapped him on the shoulder. “I get what you mean. And I guess… It's nice to be around. More often than I was, anyways.”
“Though, you still go out a decent bit. But I don’t think you’ve drunk-dialed me once in the past few months.”
“I used to drunk-dial you? Kara felt her face burn with mortification. She couldn’t really remember what she did on the days and nights that she got blackout drunk and woke up on her ship’s floor, but she never would’ve guessed it was that.
“Only once or twice, and as soon as you realized it was me you would hang up.” Clark rolled his eyes playfully. “After the first few times of wondering if you were dead or something, it was funny.”
“Right, well,” Kara rubbed the back of her neck. “I’m not… I’m not really drinking to forget anymore. Not always.”
“Awesome!” Clark beamed at her. “That’s around the same time you started being on Earth more often. What changed?”
“Well… Let’s just say I had a little adventure and realized that I could be doing better. For myself, and for other people.” Kara smiled, thinking of Ruthye. Saving her had felt… good. It made her feel like she was good. “And I guess… I have a regular drinking buddy now.”
“Really? I thought you… what’s it called? Bar hopped?”
“I mean, I do. He just kinda shows up most of the time.”
Lobo had been there seven times out of ten for every drinking session Kara had done, ever since that first meeting. When he was there, they usually ended up arguing or recounting stories or just having a contest to see who could drink the most and still be accurate on the dartboard. There wasn’t much point in drinking to forget when the memories were happy. Instead of trying to stay away from everyone and just drink herself into a stupor, she made stupid bets with Lobo and threatened to tell Ruthye he was acting up, and vice versa.
“Fun!” Clark enthused. “Who is it? They must be pretty strong to keep up with you!”
“Lobo,” Kara answered without thinking.
Clark paused. Stared at her.
“Ummmm…”
“As in… Destroyer of his world, Lobo?”
“I’m gonna just…” Kara bolted for the door, whistling for Krypto to follow her. “I think I hear some orphans crying out for help. Gotta go!”
“Kara… There are no orphans in distress! Kara! KARA!”
~~~
“Shut up,” Kara coughed.
Lobo didn’t stop laughing, slapping her heartily on the back a few times and likely fracturing her ribs.
“Told you it would be too much,” he snickered. He tossed back three of them in quick succession, exhaling like it was one of the finest things in life. For him, maybe it was.
“That’s disgusting. You’re disgusting. Fuck you.”
Lobo didn’t stop laughing at her for the rest of the night.
~~~
Kara had lost count of the drinks she’d had. She sat alone at the bar in her oversized coat that she’d stolen from Clark years ago, looking into the bottom of an empty glass.
She’d been better, lately. Really, she had. She spent more time saving people these days than she spent drinking her life away. But today was the anniversary of the day she had arrived at Earth.
Also the anniversary of the day she really had no home.
Months and months and months and months of sitting in that pod, and all she’d had to think about during that time was the fact that she was never going to be able to bury her father like she had her mother. Every bit of family she had was dead. And they’d died a slow, cruel, agonizing death.
She was supposed to be there with them. Not on Earth, where she didn’t even know how to communicate with her own cousin. Everything was loud and bright and too much.
Leaving the planet to drink was the only way to get past it. Or maybe she was staying in the same place. Either way, she didn’t want to think about any of it.
Clark had understood what she was going to do. She could feel his sad eyes tracking her path away from Earth. He might be able to save everyone else, but he didn’t know how to save her. Not from this.
“A fast start!” A boisterous voice boomed from behind her. Lobo. Of all the days… She didn’t want to see him. Not now. “You should know by now that you’re–”
“Leave me alone, Lobo.” Kara came away more tired than angry, refusing to look up from the refill the bartender was pouring silently in front of her.
“Stick up your ass? You should–”
“Fuck off!” Kara yelled, in Kryptonian. A hush fell over the bar.
She was downing the glass before she even registered Lobo walking away.
~~~
“Whiskey here is much better than at the other bars,” Lobo rasped. “Why don’t we go here more often?’
“Ha, yeah. Uh… look man. About last time. I was having a rough day, and I’m sorry. For taking it out on you or whatever. And I–”
“Apologies are for the weak of heart,” Lobo snorted. “Hardly necessary. I myself… have things I regret in my past. I don’t feel bad. But I regret. And I understand wanting to forget.”
“Right. Thanks.” Kara grinned and held up her glass. “Drinking buddies?”
“Drinking buddies.”
~~~
“FUCK YOU!” Kara yelled as she ripped out the tendril-like hair of one of the aggressor male aliens.
The entire bar was in chaos, strangers attacking strangers for no reason other than that they looked at them wrong. It was the kind of thing that Kara would’ve hated a year ago, but is living for it now. Something about the low stakes and the fact that she’s not planning on nursing a giant hangover tomorrow made everything so vibrant and bright and fun.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Lobo laughed from where he was manhandling four different people at once. Kara grinned from where she was riding the shoulders of a blinded man.
“Catch!” Lobo shouted from the other end of the bar, lobbing a bottle towards her.
Kara caught the bottle with one hand, taking a long swig and smashing the rest over the man’s head and rolling once she reached the ground. He laid there, passed the fuck out, behind her for the rest of the fight.
As she ducked beneath a stampeding gal whose hands were larger than dinner plates, Kara thought that she could get used to this.
~~~
“Are you sure you want me here? This isn’t quite… my scene…” Clark watched in poorly disguised disgust as a man started throwing up to the right of them, directly into the wilting potted plant.
“Stop being such a baby,” Kara threw him a grin over her shoulder. “You were the one asking about it.”
“This is… not exactly what I had in mind. But that’s fine! This is fine.”
“Have you ever even gotten drunk before?” Kara asked him, sliding down into one of the bar stools and patting the one beside it for him.
“I don’t leave Earth like you do,” Clark shrugged. “I think once I did? Not quite my thing. It’s weird for me to have my senses dampened. I’ve heard everything my entire life. This isn’t my normal like it is for you.”
Kara considered that. “Yeah, okay. Don’t worry, I won’t get you too buzzed.”
“Great,” Clark said drily.
They sat at the bar, drinking and laughing, for a while. Clark was a lightweight, and she steered the glass out of his hand within a few sips, advising him to take it easy.
“Green sun planets suck,” Kara giggled. “They’re painful.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Clark had gotten over his earlier buzz and was laughing along with her. This was… more fun than Kara was expecting. By a lot. Mr. Boy Scout himself wasn’t even judging her. For so long he had felt responsible for her and had tried to guide her into what he wanted, and she had chafed under his helping hand. This felt better. It felt like they were cousins–even friends–and not like he was her self-assigned guardian.
“Looks like you brought a friend,” a familiar voice rasped. “This the cuz?”
“Hey, Lobo,” Kara lightly said, elbowing Clark in his side when he stiffened. “I was wondering if you would turn up.”
“Does he? Usually turn up?” Clark jumped on her statement, glaring at Lobo with enough heat that, even though they were on a red sun planet, Kara was surprised that lasers weren’t coming from his eyes.
“When I can,” Lobo shrugged. “What can I say, it’s rare to find a good drinking buddy that can keep up with a god.”
“When you can?” Kara echoed. Then she narrowed her eyes. “Do you specifically seek me out?”
“Yeah.” Lobo didn’t seem to care much as Clark’s outrage went on the rise. He ordered something tame from the bar, nothing flaming or from the planet Dreskos (they were huge drinkers there). “After you told me to fuck off, I wasn’t about to give up on someone who could keep pace with me, was I?”
Kara struggled between outrage and indifference for a moment before ultimately letting it go. “Ah, well. Guess it all works out in the end.”
“You guess?” Clark whirled around on Lobo. “Don’t stalk my cousin!”
Kara rolled her eyes at his chivalry in motion. “It’s not exactly–”
“I’m a tracker,” Lobo sniffed. “I was tracking.”
“That’s not any better–”
As Clark and Lobo kept arguing, Clark clearly upset on her behalf and Lobo just saying shit to make him mad, Kara couldn’t help but smile.
A year ago, she never would’ve thought this would be her life. A year ago, she wasn’t thinking of anything but the next hour and how she was going to go to this bar or that. She hadn’t met Ruthye, or Lobo, and she hadn’t even truly met herself. Now she got to watch her de-powered cousin rage against one of the most powerful bounty hunters in the known universe, who was also her drinking buddy.
She felt like she was going to be okay.