Drabble. I own nothing.
Claire wished desperately to be able to feel the alcohol filtering out of her system.
If she could only feel the apparant bliss, the cover-all excuse that is drunkeness, she could kiss Gretchen.
Maybe she could just pretend she was drunk...
No! She couldn't even pull together the courage.
Liquid courage, somone had once called it.
She snickered to herself. She felt like the Cowardly Lion.
How pathetic, she thought. A supergirl who didn't have the courage to kiss.