Blonde waves and piercing blue eyes could be seen from across the crowded bar. The woman that both of these attributes belonged to was sitting by herself at a high table. The bar was loud and bright as most clubs were yet the woman in question seemed to stand apart from the writhing masses. From her perch on the opposite side of the club, a dark-haired woman stood from her own table and slowly slinked through the crowd. The blonde immediately caught her attention there was just something in those cool eyes that spoke to the other woman. Once she had gotten closer to the table the darker haired woman noticed that the blonde was easily several inches taller than she was. Blue eyes made contact with green and the darker haired woman stopped in her tracks. While the blonde had been intriguing from across the room the shorter woman found herself mesmerized now that those eyes were locked with hers.
The blonde grinned with one corner of her mouth at the other woman's blatant staring. "Hello," she said while propping up her head with one hand on the table.
"Lena" the dark-haired woman responded shakily before casting off the cobwebs from her brain. How had this woman tripped her up so effectively? As a businesswoman, she prided herself on rarely cracking under pressure. "Sorry, my name is Lena"
The introduction was followed up with a smile and an extended hand. The businesswoman was careful not to mention her last name to the stranger. It was best not to scare off the pretty girl before they could get to know each other.
The blonde took her hand easily and give it a soft shake. "My name is Kara," she said matching the other woman's smile. "You don't exactly look dressed for a club like this."
She wasn't wrong, Lena had refused to wear any of the clothes her friends had tried to force on her. Insisting instead to wear the black skirt suit and green top she had worn to work that day. This was of course in stark contrast to the glittery silver halter top dress Kara wore. The outfit showed off all the lines and curves of her muscular arms.
"Like what you see?" the blonde said quirking an eyebrow at the other woman.
Shaking her self-loose for the second time Lena internally cursed how absolutely gorgeous the other woman was. "Sorry," she apologized while her cheeks burned.
"Don't be sorry, I'm quite flattered honestly," Kara replied with a welcoming smile. "Why don't you join me?"
The statement wasn't really a question but Lena took the invitation none the less and sat up in the chair Kara had pointed to right next to her own.
"I'm usually not this helplessly gay" the brunette admitted. "I like to think I have a bit more class."
"Like I said" the blonde replied with a wink "I'm flattered."
As the two women got settled Kara waved over a mostly naked young girl carrying a tray of brightly colored drinks. The short blonde girl who approached their table couldn't have been older than 21 and Lena had to make an effort to keep from looking at her attire or lack thereof. Kara slipped a twenty into the thin strap of the girls top and took several of the shot glasses off the tray.
Before walking away from their table the shooter girl, as Lena came to know her, gave Kara a salacious wink followed by a provocative shake of her posterior.
Turning to her table mate Lena found the blonde openly laughing at her. The indignant look the brunette speared Kara with should have been withering, however, the look only made the blonde laugh harder. "I'm sorry" Kara gasped while holding her sides "You have never been anywhere like this before having you?"
Lena wasn't quite sure why her lack of experience should be that humorous. The look of joy on the other woman's face was contagious and the lack of malice in her eyes put Lena at ease and she was soon laughing along with her.
Once the two of them had come down from their mirth Lena had to wipe away a tear from her eye. "I don't think I've ever laughed like that before" she admitted.
The blonde looked quite happy after the declaration and passed two of the shots to her new companion. "Don't thank me yet!" She said pointing at the drinks she placed in front of Lena. "You might change your mind about me after those shots."
The older brunette raised an eyebrow challengingly "are you insinuating that I won't be able to hold my alcohol?"
"It's not really about your alcohol tolerance." She admitted "Trying to drink with me just isn't fair." Kara tapped her right side to indicate her liver. "I can't get drunk the same way a human can."
The statement threw Lena for a loop and it took her a moment to process exactly what the other woman had admitted to. After a long silence, Kara's eyes grew sad and she looked away from Lena and hunched her shoulders. "You did know that Inclusion is a pro-alien gay bar didn't you?"
Silently Lena cursed her friends for inviting her here without sharing that little tidbit of information. Outwardly the shorter woman tried to convey sympathy as she smiled at Kara reaching her hand across the table. "I didn't know that" she admitted, "it threw me off guard how easily you shared that with me." Grasping the blondes closed fist in her hand Lena tried to convey as much warmth as possible. "I'm not used to people being that frank with me, especially given my family history."
At that comment, Kara quirked one of her own eyebrows at the brunette. "Whats so bad about your family?"
Lena had hopped this question wouldn't come up but she couldn't help it at this point. As soon as Kara admitted to being an alien the subject of her family became unavoidable. "My family isn't known for liking aliens" she sighed "quite the opposite actually, my brother was just recently arrested for trying to kill Superman."
Kara's eyes displayed a myriad of emotions after Lena's revelation ranging from disbelief to regret. Lena saw sadness settle in the blonde's eyes. It was astonishing to the young heiress that she hadn't seen hate or anger reflected back at her. "That must be very hard." Kara finally said. "Watching your brother do all of those things."
Lena's brother Lex had indeed done very awful things on his quest to rid the world of Superman. "I don't think I know who that man is any more" the brunette admitted.
"I understand," Kara whispered. Her eyes shifted towards the table top. "Family has this way of getting under your skin."
The blonde looked so earnest that Lena was propelled out of her own misery. The sadness and pain reflected back at her felt so strikingly familiar.
"That's why I let myself be dragged here tonight," Lena admitted. "I'm moving my family's company to California."
Kara raised her gaze to the darker haired woman questioningly. "LuthorCorp right?"
The blonde's question was met with a bark of laughter. The other woman found it almost inexplicable how free of judgment the blonde's statement had been. No one, not even her closest friends, had ever said the name Luthor, or LuthorCorp, without some hint of incredulity. "Yes, though I plan on changing the name to L-Corp."
"L for Lena?" Kara asked, "because I would totally call it LenaCorp."
The other woman laughed again, finding the action easier than ever. "I wish, there are a lot of influential white men who wouldn't be too pleased with that idea."
The alien scoffed at the statement. "I could always hang them off the side of a building for you." She said with a wink. "It would send a pretty powerful message if an alien sided with a Luthor."
"Something like that would just send the newspapers crazy with stories of the next evil Luthor," She said rolling her eyes at the idea. "I think the only way we could get good press from an alien would be if Superman showed up at my next press conference."
The statement which was meant to be sarcastic took Kara by surprise and Lena could almost see a lightbulb go off over her head. "You said you were moving the company to California right?" She asked after a moment waiting for Lena's affirmation. "What if you held a rebranding ceremony that just happened to be visited by Supergirl?"
Lena squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a migraine starting to beat a steady pulse behind her eyes. She wasn't sure how long she sat there like that. An image of Supergirl flashed into her brain followed by the woman sitting across from her. The Luthor heiress might need to call the dean of students at MIT and see if her master's degree needed to be revoked. How had she not seen the similarities as soon as she sat down? Not to mention once Kara had admitted to being an alien. Without opening her eyes she responded with the only coherent reply the brunette could manage. "A Luthor and a Super," she muttered. "What will mother think?"