It's been weeks in planning and Karens big office party has arrrived. As CEO of Star Labs she has invited corporate business partners, potential clients, and a few friends over for a classy gathering. Drinking and mingling, mostly business discussion and what not. So far the whole event has gone well. She let Atlee tag along to her first formal affair, being much like a younger sister to Power Girl, Karen figures it's time she learned about higher culture.
The last few conversations have gone well. Business cards have been exchanged a couple of dozen times and the 6th bottle of wine is being opened. She is careful to open the bottle without spilling any on her sky blue gown. A deep V-neck dress that runs down to below her knees like a river of silk. Her slightly darker blue heels matching perfectly with her getup.
Her attention is taken from the bottle when a fingernail taps her shoulder, "Excuse me Karen, but your sister is here."
"What?" Sister? she exclaims. She looks over to the doorway to see HER standing there. Shit... It's Divine. Kara hasn't seen her since that fight in the snow when she discovered her evil clone. Lot's of time has passed and she's seen reports of it but she hasn't actually encountered her dark haired double since their first meet, and now that bitch is here at her party. What a great way for the shit to hit the fan. Divine waves politely at Karen with a shit eating grin on her face. Karen puts on her best smile but it can't hide her true feeling.
Divine is actually wearing something very classy. A black dress with a single wide strap draped accross her left sholder, while the other side curves over the top of her right breast and underneath the arm. It runs to the floor with a hip high slit on the left side and glittery sparkles all through it. Black heels that are taller than necessary. A few black and silver braclets on each wrist. That batch looks good in it too. She strolls over to Power Girl like she's an old friend. Her attention immediately turns to the craft table.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Karen asks through her teeth at Divine who's busy shoving some shrimp into her mouth.
"Have you tried this yet? It's great." She says ignoring the question and keeping her attention on the ordervs.
"Seriously, what are you doing here?" Divine finally looks up.
"What? Can't I visit my 'sister' from time to time." She air quotes sister with a shit eating grin.
One of Karens tight assed associates approaches them. "Karen, I didn't know you had a sister."
"I..." She begins
"Oh she never bothers to mention me to people. It's like we've never even met sometimes." Diving cuts her off. Her lips curl upwards in a polite smile.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. I forgot to ask but your name is?" He raises his hand to Divine
"Kris. Pleasure." She shakes his hand.
"Pleasure. What do you do for work if you don't mind my asking?"
"Oh, I'm an investment broker. I have to have a knack for predicting stock prices."
"Well that certaintly explains how you were able to afford such a lovely dress." He compliments her. Gesturing with a glass of bourbon in hand.
"Why thank you." She turns and grabs a glass of champagne from the table. The man is about to continue speaking when his name is called out over the crowd. He looks.
"Well son of a bitch! Excuse me." He leaves. Divine laughs a little at his cheesy attempt to woo her. She finds it cute really. Karen finds it humorous, though she doesn't want to show it in front of this bitch.
"Chris? Like Christen or Christina?" Karen asks.
"Kristen with a K. Kristen Starr. You like?" Karen rolls her eyes at her. "What, It's not like we don't look alike. And besides, I kind of like the idea. You're as close as I have to any sort of relative." She looks away with that one. Something about the way she said it seemed so genuine. But Karen keeps her guard up.
"Maybe. You still haven't explained what you're doing here." Kris bites down on another shrimp and sips her champagne.
"Relax, I'm not here to fight you. Not that it wouldn't be fun, but I really like this dress. I'm just seeing how the honest life is."
"So what have you been doing if you're not a stock broker."
"Oh, I am. It's not just a cover for the fun stuff. But it's amazing what people will pay when you're stronger than superman."
"So you're just a thug? Figures."
"Mercenary. I get paid good money to kill thugs and goons. I got a good chunk of change for taking out a small militia base with everyone inside."
"How can you be made from me and still be a complete psychopath?"
"Beats me. I'm not all bad. I haven't harmed anybody here." She points out. Karen just looks around at all the faces of drunk coworkers mingling with one another and some inappropriate hand placement. "I don't have any desire to kill them either. If someone paid me then I would do it. But I'm just here to enjoy myself."
"So you're not here for a fight?" Karen grimaces.
Kris sips some wine. "Is that all you think I want to do is fight you? Not my fault i popped out of a test tube brainwashed by some weirdo. Like I said before I just want to enjoy myself. Plus, do you have any idea how much I had to pay for these shoes? No way am I wrecking these."
Karen looks her up down. The dress is really, really nice. He footwear is also clearly expensive. A part of Karen really wants to use her heat vision to fry those things off right now. Though she certaintly would hate to ruin that outfit if SHE was the one wearing it. But now is not the time or the place. She has a normal life to maintain afterall.
She starts sipping from her glass of wine when her super hearing detects a concert in downtown. She turns her head in the direction of the sound ot the window.
"I wanted to go to that show." Says Kris.
"Yeah...me...too..." It dawns on Karen that they indeed have similarities. She turns her head to Kris who laughs to herself and grabs a few shrimp from the table. Karen Starts to open up inside. Just a little bit, but she's not ready to trust her yet. "So you want to be what? Sisters now?"
"I didn't think you'd give me that much slack. Just saying, I'm not out to get you or that cute little friend of yours. I ditched Maxwell because he's a jackass. If you ever actually feel like doing anything here's how you can find me." She hands Karen a business card. The 2 exchange looks but don't say another word. Divine simply finishes off her champagne and walks away.
