At first, Olivia had suggested they go out to a bar for a few drinks and maybe play some pool, or sing karaoke, or whatever entertainment was available, but Hunnigan brought her back to reality by reminding her that the last time they'd done that, Helena had gotten shot. Frankly, an evening at a noisy bar wasn't what she would've considered very enjoyable even if there were no bad memories attached to the last time they'd gone out. So, instead, they'd decided to combine the bachelorette party and the housewarming party, and were now having a simple get-together at Helena and Hunnigan's place.

"Sweet homeland security, what are you wearing?" Hunnigan barely stifled a laugh when she saw Helena emerge from the bedroom in the "slutty cop"-costume Olivia had chosen for her.

"Not a whole lot," she responded, "but as Olivia pointed out, I can be the stripper at our party," she then wiggled her eyebrow and began to sway her hips a little, taking slow steps toward Hunnigan as she did. Judging from the expression that screamed "desperately trying not to laugh" Hunnigan had, her movements weren't quite as seductive and graceful in real life as they were in her mind.

"Yeah, I don't know how to dance," Helena sighed and shook her head, and Hunnigan laughed softly.
"It's fine, you don't have to," she said smiling and kissed Helena's lips before continuing to lay out various snacks on the island in the kitchen and over the counters.

"I'm still not a hundred percent sure I like the idea of everyone coming over here," Helena said.
"Why not?"

"Because I intend to get drunk and then have sloppy, drunk sex with you, and I can't do that until everyone's gone home," Helena smirked and Hunnigan quirked an eyebrow.
"Drunk? Really?"

"Yeah, it's my turn, you were drunk the last time and that was like a month ago, I think I deserve this," Helena grinned.
"Well, you'll just have to control your drunken urges until we're left alone," Hunnigan said and Helena's shoulders slumped a little in disappointment.

"I suppose I have no choice, but you're not being very supportive," she pouted.
"I'll be more supportive after we're married and I'm obligated to encourage your shenanigans," Hunnigan promised with a chuckle and went to answer the door when there was a knock.

Olivia was the first to arrive, as was to be expected. Leon and Claire weren't too far behind, finally followed by Lucy and Sherry. The guest list really was quite short, but neither Helena or Hunnigan minded that, it was easier to have conversations when the entire house wasn't full of people they barely knew.

"Make yourselves at home," Helena smiled and handed out beers to those who wanted one and directed others to feel free to make themselves whatever drinks they might want.
"Thanks!" Claire smiled as she accepted the bottle and took a sip. "Oh, and Hunnigan, thanks again for asking your mother to babysit Seeley."

"Don't worry about it, I bet she'll be thanking you for letting her babysit," Hunnigan chuckled and mixed herself a rum and coke.

"I love your vest!" Olivia complimented and held her hand on Claire's shoulder to keep her still for a few seconds while she looked at the back of the vest. The words "Let me live" were embroidered on the leather and underneath was an image of a female warrior wielding a spear.

"Thanks! It's from my biker days," Claire chuckled.

"You look like you escaped from a biker gang too, Leon," Olivia then teased the man dressed in a leather jacket with a ridiculously big skull on the back and an American flag patch stitched to the left shoulder.

"I'm just a wannabe because Claire never lets me ride her Harley," Leon pouted.
"That's because you're such a reckless driver, I can't imagine you'd be any better on a motorcycle. It's also why I never let you drive anywhere with Seeley in the car," Claire quirked an eyebrow.

"Fair enough," Leon surrendered with a smile, "being the passenger gives me a chance to vacantly stare out of the window anyway," he then chuckled.

"Yeah, you're the master of dramatically staring into the distance, I can't tell you how many times I've seen you do it, and I've only known you for like... a day. It's like you're in an imaginary photoshoot in your mind," Sherry commented.

"It's true, you really do that," Claire confirmed.
"Well, the next time it happens, take a picture so I can add it to my portfolio," Leon said, pursed his lips and squinted a little in a manner he'd seen many an underwear model do.

"Click," Olivia said and mimed taking a photo.
"Was there a reason we were supposed to dress up anyway?" Sherry then asked her. She'd decided to go with a simple T-shirt that had the Superman-logo on it; by now, everyone was aware of the reference and "Supergirl" had officially become her codename.

"No reason other than I just like to play dress-up and it's more fun when I'm not the only one doing it," Olivia shrugged.
"And who are you supposed to be?" Hunnigan inquired and eyed Olivia from head to toe. Ironically, she didn't look like she'd dressed up in a costume at all, she was wearing a white shirt with the collar popped and a black pinstripe jacket and pants.

"I'm you, silly, I'm even wearing my glasses," Olivia smiled and adjusted the frames to emphasize her point.
"Very convincing," Lucy commented, and no one could tell from her tone of voice if she was being sarcastic or not, but knowing her, she probably was.

"All right, you guys, so... grab some drinks, grab some food, have a seat and let's... get the party started," Hunnigan said.

The group moved into the living room and it didn't take long before Olivia decided to take advantage of Hunnigan's game collection. She spotted a driving simulator and challenged Leon to a match, and he agreed. Hunnigan didn't drive nor was she a fan of this particular genre of games; she had gotten the game for Helena after the younger woman had sold her car and pratically mourned the fact that she was no longer able to just go for a drive.

"How's your training going?" Helena asked from Lucy as she took a seat on the couch and crossed one leg over the other before drinking from her beer.
"Fine, I guess," Lucy shrugged and Leon snorted.

"Fine? That's an understatement!" he said over his shouder. "I see a lot of potential as far as your tactical thinking under pressure goes, and your physical skills are excellent despite your tiny size," he continued and then grunted in frustration as his car spun out of control and he lost his lead.

"And she's an excellent marksman," Sherry added and Lucy squirmed a little, uncomfortable at being on the receiving end of such praise.
"All right, all right, thank you both, but let's talk about something else before this all goes to my head," Lucy said.

"You're supposed to pass them, not ram into their rear, what are you doing?" Claire teased Leon as he tried to catch up with Olivia's car on the screen.
"Jesus, woman, can you not backseat drive even when it's just a simulation?" Leon smirked at her.

"I don't know, can you not fuck up?" Claire replied.
"Oh, burn!" Sherry burst out laughing.

After losing to Leon for the third time (despite her efforts to ram him off the road), Olivia decided it was time to quit rather than take up Leon's offer for a rematch. Olivia then pulled out what she'd playfully begun calling the main event of the evening. On the surface, it was just a couple of papers, but she'd filled those out with questions she'd figured the right answers to with the help of the couple's friends and family.

"Okay, so here's how this works. I ask a question from one of you about the other, and the other answers. Every time you get one right, everyone drinks. But, for every wrong answer, the person answering will have to down their drink. Understood?" Olivia explained. Helena nodded and Hunnigan groaned a little, but agreed to play nevertheless.

"Question one. Hunnigan. What is Helena's middle name?"
"Kathryn."

"Correct, everyone drink," Olivia said, and then reached to put her hand over Lucy's forearm to stop her from grabbing a beer. "Unless you're underage," she narrowed her eyes and Lucy sighed, rolled her eyes and shrugged, leaning back on the couch without a beer.

"How does Hunnigan like her steak?"
"Trick question, she doesn't eat meat," Helena waggled a finger at Olivia to scold her for sneaking that in.

"What are Helena's favorite cigarettes specifically?" she asked then.
"What, like the brand? Uhm... Marlboro."

"I'm gonna need you to narrow it down a bit..." Olivia said slowly.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that? I don't know what they're called other than the major brand name. The pack's white, so... white?" Hunnigan frowned shrugging a little, and Olivia sucked on her teeth and made a tiny hissing sound.

"Sorry, I'm not gonna accept that completely, you'll have to down half of your drink. The correct answer was Marlboro gold."
"Oh, for the love of... fine," Hunnigan scoffed and did as she was told.

"Smoking's bad for you anyway," Sherry teased.
"And critisizing my bad habits is bad for you," Helena countered with an evil grin.
"Burn," Leon commented, unable to resist the urge to get back at Sherry for telling him the same a while ago.

"Helena, what's Hunnigan's favorite food?"
"Me," Helena replied without missing a beat and everyone burst out laughing.

"Well, according to her mother, it's a childhood comfort food, fish sticks and mashed potatoes, but I'm gonna accept your answer," Olivia chortled. "All right, next question: Hunnigan, what makes Helena cry instantly?"
"I'm gonna say it's a tie between stories about heroic dogs and stories about unlikely animal friendships, like that story about the baby deer and a bobcat cuddling in an office after escaping a forest fire," Hunnigan answered confidently.

"Correct! All right, moving on before Helena start crying when she thinks about baby elephants rescuing puppies from floods..."
"Aw, come on," Helena interjected and exaggerated a sniffle.

"Helena. What was the name of the band Hunnigan played in when she was a teenager?" Olivia asked next and Helena stared at her blankly.
"Band? What band?" she frowned and began emptying her bottle as per the rules. She'd never even known Hunnigan had been in a band.

"Well, my, my, my, finally something you two have never even discussed," Claire quirked an eyebrow.
"Yeah, obviously not," Lucy snickered. "Dude, all you had to do was Google Jimmy," she then rolled her eyes at Helena.

"Well, excuse me for never having felt the need to Google my fiancée," she scoffed, "and by the way, I still totally love calling you that," she then added to Hunnigan, and she laughed quietly before leaning to press a soft kiss onto Helena's cheek.

"If you had bothered, you would know the band was called Flawed Heroes, and they were pretty awesome," Lucy then said, reached to grab Hunnigan's laptop and opened it.

"You would say that, you're Hunnigan's biggest fan," Olivia smirked, but Lucy ignored her. Why argue, she wasn't wrong. When the password prompt came up, Lucy handed the laptop to Hunnigan, expecting her to log in, but instead, Hunnigan folded her arms over her abdomen and quirked an eyebrow.

"Seriously? You think I'll let you log in as me with full admin privileges and access to all my files?"
"Ugh, fine, Helena, gimme your computer."

"No, don't," Hunnigan shook her head.
"Your reluctance to let me see what pops up if I Google you is too tempting," Helena poked her tongue out at her and went to fetch her laptop from her backpack.

"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad, we all have embarrassing baby pictures and whatnot lying around," Claire tried comforting Hunnigan, and Leon nodded in agreement.
"I know for a fact that our son will have a slew of those online thanks to a certain someone who can't stop gushing about the baby in social media," he then softly poked Claire's side with his elbow.

"Oh, excuse me for being a proud mother," she sniffed at him and drank from her beer bottle, and he chuckled, reaching to put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
"You're excused, and I love you," he murmured with a smile and kissed her temple.

"Wow, that's one big hairdo," Sherry commented at the fifteen year Hunnigan's exremely crimpled hair on the screen.

"Yeah, well, if you're gonna perform 'big hair heavy metal from the eighties' you gotta have the hair," Hunnigan reasoned and then groaned as she buried her face into her hand, admittedly feeling a bit embarrassed. She wondered how much effort would it take to hack YouTube and delete the videos some of her former band members had decided to upload.

"I can't believe I was ever that young," Hunnigan scoffed amusedly, got up and went to grab herself more to drink from the kitchen.

Helena noticed that the girl playing the guitar was Nina, and an unfamiliar kind of jealousy rippled through her. She was certain she would've felt that way even if Alix hadn't disclosed what she'd known regarding Nina's feelings for Hunnigan because the chemistry between the two was visible. There was a musical conversation happening on stage, the two of them playing off each other so effortlessly it should've been made illegal.

Other than the irrational jealousy, she felt envy because she'd never had the chance to know that Hunnigan, the one who obviously loved playing and performing. Helena hadn't known that Hunnigan even existed. She couldn't help but wonder how much more was there that she didn't know.

"I had no idea you were a musician too," Sherry said when Hunnigan returned to the living room.
"I'm not. As far as I'm concerned, a musician is someone who writes music, I never did that, I just played. Nina was the songwriter. Well, still is as far as I know; she composes soundtracks for movies and games and writes some commercial jingles," Hunnigan explained and Helena sighed internally.

That would be a level on which she didn't believe she could ever truly connect with Hunnigan. Other than singing in the shower, Helena didn't have much interest toward anything musical or playing an instrument.

What the hell does that even matter, it's not like we share every other interest either, why am I making such a big deal out of this? she mused, already knowing the answer to her own question. The ancient reason behind anyone wanting anything they normally wouldn't care about. She wanted it because Nina'd had it.

It didn't matter that Hunnigan had never been aware of Nina's alleged feelings for her (at least not according to Alix). It didn't matter that she and Hunnigan weren't even on speaking terms nowadays. None of the things from their past mattered, and Helena knew it was idiotic of her to feel this way, but she still envied them.

I'm being stupid. Really stupid, Helena told herself and went to grab another drink. Hunnigan frowned a little at the abrupt way she left, and followed her

"Hey. Is everything okay? Are you pissed off at me because I never told you about the band? I mean, it wasn't a big deal, I didn't think it was important enough to mention," Hunnigan shrugged one shoulder and Helena smiled at her sweetly.

"Actually, I think it's awesome that you were in a band."
"Oh, really?" Hunnigan scoffed amusedly and Helena nodded.

"Yep, because that means I get to do it with a rock star tonight," Helena winked and leaned to kiss Hunnigan.