I have too much time on my hands. Anyway here ya go.

Thankfully adding Eddie and Andrea to the on-set dynamic wasn't so bad—at least not when it came to Eddie. He was actually very nice, with loads of charisma and humor. Lena didn't expect to be cracking up at her chair in between takes, but she was. It was a pleasant surprise. She was glad he seemed to be like Jack and wasn't the typical male asshole like his character. He had every reason to be, though. He was young and good-looking, blonde with a strong jaw and hints of stubble. He was also a child actor like herself. In all honesty she was surprised he wasn't the star instead of Jack. But he didn't seem to mind being number three on the callsheet.

Andrea was a little colder. She was nice enough to Lena, but she noticed how she was to members of the crew. She sent back her breakfast order twice and barely even glanced up when a PA brought a coffee to her chair. Lena didn't care much for this behavior, but she hoped it wouldn't continue or worsen. Andrea had barely been in anything in terms of her career. There was absolutely no reason for her to be demanding when she didn't have the credits to back it up. She barely even had any lines in this movie. A lot of that day she was just there to say one or two lines, and the rest of the time she stood awkwardly next to Lena on screen.

The longer she was around Andrea, the more she disliked her. She reminded her of a character she'd played right after she turned eighteen—a rich boarding school type who grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth and thought her shit didn't stink. That's basically who Andrea was, Lena surmised after spending twelve hours with her. She was tall, almost a foot taller than Lena, and was skinnier than Sam. She had dark hair and bright eyes, and she carried herself with an air of importance. Lena couldn't fucking stand her.

By the end of the day she was looking forward to going out for drinks not only to spend time with Kara, but because she needed one just as much as the blonde did—and she'd officially depleted all she had at her penthouse. She even wanted to invite Jack and Eddie because Kara had mentioned more crew, and she worried about feeling weird if she was the only member of cast there. But there was no way she could invite them and not Andrea, so she kept her mouth shut.

Wrap being called was like music to her ears, and she couldn't wait to get back to her trailer and get out of wardrobe just to get away from Andrea. Thankfully the problematic brunette was ushered away with Eddie right away.

Lena decided to walk back to basecamp since it wasn't far. Also, she had to pass the crafty setup on the way, and that meant she could "coincidentally" bump into Kara. She just hoped the blonde wasn't in the trailer already.

Thankfully, though, as the emptying tables came into sight, a familiar blonde ponytail caught her eye. Lena's pace quickened, and she became hyper-aware of Jess at her side. She realized if she didn't have the rest of cast with her Jess was the next best thing. After all, she liked her, and they got along well. If Kara was still going out then she would invite Jess to come, too.

"Hey, Kara," Lena said when she and Jess got to the setup, and Kara stopped boxing up food for a moment to look up at Lena in surprise and smile.

"Oh, hey," she said chipperly. "Down for drinks?"

"Yes, actually," Lena said, returning the smile somewhat nervously.

And before Lena got a chance to offer, Kara turned to Jess and asked, "Do you wanna come too, Jess?"

"That depends, where are you going?" Jess asked. "Some of the AD staff are going out for drinks, too."

Kara grimaced slightly. "Not a big fan of them."

Jess laughed. "Me, either, but Oliver got me the job, so I feel obligated to go."

"Fair enough," Kara said with a nod. "Where are they going?"

"Legends."

Another grimace from Kara, and Lena had to stop herself from doing the same. Legends was a sports bar that was loud and crowded. It catered to rowdy, former-frat-boy types mostly. Noonan's—Kara's choice—was quiet and quaint, much more Lena's speed.

"Oh, good, that wasn't my choice at all," Kara said with a laugh. "But it figures that's what Oliver picked."

"So, you don't want to come with us, then?" Jess asked Kara, who quickly shook her head.

"No, I was thinking Noonan's," Kara said, then looked to Lena. "What about you? Wanna go to Noonan's, or would you prefer to go to Legends?"

Lena shifted under both of their gazes, looking to Kara almost shyly. "Where would you prefer?"

"I'd prefer not to hang out with the AD staff," Kara said with a small laugh. "But I'll go wherever you go."

Lena's stomach did a somersault at that, but she tried not to let it show as she said, "Honestly, I prefer Noonan's."

Jess nodded. "Well, I guess I can go there instead so I can bring you home afterwards."

"Nonsense, Jess!" Lena said instantly. "Your workday is done. You are not responsible for me." She shook her head. "Just bring me home. I'll drive myself."

"Lena, I insist—"

"Jess, don't be ridiculous," Lena said with a hint of finality.

Kara cleared her throat, offering apprehensively, "I could pick you up and drop you back off if you wanted, Lena."

The brunette blinked at her a few times. "Really?"

"Yeah." Kara nodded. "I was going to bring the trailer to my house first, shower, and then go in my car anyway." She shrugged. "I don't plan on having more than a couple of drinks."

That was just as well because Lena didn't know how to have only a couple. "Okay," she said, holding out her hand. "Give me your phone."

Kara hastily unzipped her fanny pack and pulled out her phone, unlocking it then handing it over. Lena added herself to Kara's contacts, then texted herself from Kara's phone before handing it back.

"I'll text you my address," Lena told her, trying to appear like it wasn't a big deal, like she did this with crew all the time.

"Cool," Kara said, smiling almost dumbfoundedly. "I'll let you know when I'm on my way." She paused to look around the setup just as Sam appeared and grabbed a cooler to drag off. "I should probably help them, though." She sighed and picked up a couple of jars of nuts from the table and stowed them in the box she'd been packing before Lena and Jess showed up, then lifted it and gave a final smile. "I'll see you soon?"

Lena nodded. "See you soon."

Then Kara was off again, walking so fast she was practically running, and Lena wondered how she still seemed to have so much energy. She was feeling a little tired herself before her plans with Kara were set in stone. Then she was buzzing with nerves and excitement as she and Jess made their way back to basecamp so she could get out of wardrobe and they could leave.

Kara was in a daze of amazement as they wrapped out of the mall location and headed out that Friday night. Every time she had to stop at a light, she took her phone out and looked at Lena's contact info, hardly believing it was there and somewhat paranoid it would magically disappear on her way home. Then Lena texted her the address, and Kara felt as if she was in some kind of weird fever dream instead of reality. But when she got home and hopped in the shower and the water hit her and awakened all her senses, she knew she wasn't dreaming. This was really happening. She was going to pick up Lena Fucking Luthor at her home so they could go out to a bar together. Sure, there would be other people there, but Kara couldn't get past the fact that her celebrity crush would be there, too.

Which was another reason she'd wanted to shower. She sweated all day long in the July heat, and her wardrobe didn't do her any favors in terms of cuteness. Instead, after her shower, she changed into jean shorts and a black, distressed, Jurassic Park tank top and towel-dried her hair before putting some eyedrops in to rewet her contacts—she refused to wear her glasses if Lena was going to be there.

Then she was behind the wheel of her Jeep, shooting Lena a text that she was on the way and setting her music to shuffle before backing out of the driveway and setting off. Her GPS told her she'd be at Lena's in under ten minutes, and her whole body shook with nerves the entire way across the city. It was a surreal experience pulling up at a huge, fancy building and seeing Lena standing there waiting for her. She was about to hop out and get the door for her, but one of the valets beat her to it, and she tried to swallow her disappointment as Lena climbed into her car.

That disappointment vanished, though, when Lena gave her a small, apprehensive smile as they pulled away from her building and said, "Thanks for coming get me."

"No worries," Kara said, returning the smile briefly before turning her attention to the road again.

They were mostly silent on the drive to the bar, only making little idle conversation as a nervous energy buzzed between them. Kara tried to be conscientious of her driving, careful not to go too fast or hit any curbs when she turned. Her sister always busted her chops about her being a shitty driver, and she didn't want Lena to think that as well.

Thankfully they got to the bar without incident, and Kara parked her Jeep around the corner. Kara sprang out of her seat and ran around the car to open Lena's door, and the brunette's cheeks went pink at the fuss, but she thanked the blonde all the same before they headed inside. Kara once again held the door for her, and Lena had to admit it was a little charming.

"Alright, what are you having?" Kara asked, nodding her head towards the bar.

But Lena shook hers quickly. "You don't have to get my drink, Kara."

"I know." The blonde gave one of those heart-stopping smiles. "But I want to. I feel like I owe you for the mini therapy session you gave me the other day."

"You don't owe me anything," Lena said, her blush returning. She didn't feel right letting Kara pay for her. She didn't know how much Kara made, but she knew it couldn't have been anywhere near the amount she had in the bank. "I'd hate for you to spend money on me."

Kara laughed lightly. "One drink isn't going to hurt me financially, Lena." She quirked her head to the side and smirked playfully. "I'll buy the first drinks if you buy the second ones," she offered, then stuck out a hand. "Deal?"

Lena hesitated for a moment, staring down at the extended hand before taking it in her own and shaking it. "Deal."

Admittedly Lena let her hand linger a little longer than need be, but she also noticed that Kara didn't exactly pull away all that quickly either. But when they did, the tips of Lena's fingers tingled with the ghost of Kara's simplest touch. She tried to shove it down and crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to appear less awkward than she felt as she and Kara went up to the bar.

"What are you having?" Kara asked, blue eyes instantly drilling into Lena's.

"Jameson and Diet Coke," Lena said. She normally drank her liquor neat or over ice, but those drinks tended to be more expensive, and if Kara was going to pay for her, she didn't want to be greedy. She would save that for the round she paid for.

"Jameson. Huh," Kara said with a small smile before turning her attention to the bar, where a tall man with neat, dark hair and a nametag that read, "Ray," was polishing glasses and waiting to take their order. "Can I get a Jameson-Diet Coke and a vodka-Sprite, any kind is fine. You know I'm not picky."

"Sure," Ray said pleasantly as he began to make the drinks, glancing up at Lena every now and then as he did. When they were done, he set them on the bar top and held out his hand. "Open or close, Kara?"

Kara placed the card in his hand as she said, "Close." And with a laugh added, "I'm driving."

"Well then go easy on the drinks," Ray said with a wink and ran the card quickly before handing it back along with the receipt and a pen. "I made them a little strong."

"You're a saint," Kara smirked at him and signed the receipt —Lena noticing that she left a generous tip—then picked up the drinks and handed the darker one to Lena. "Here you go." She gave a small wave to the bartender and said, "Thanks, Ray."

They settled into a booth in the corner, sliding in across from each other. Lena sat so that her back was facing the door, that way there was less chance someone would notice her. She was pretty sure the bartender recognized her, but at least he hadn't said anything. Sometimes she just wanted to go out and do something—literally anything—without someone stopping and asking her for a selfie.

"You're friends with the bartender," Lena said with a questioning quirk of an eyebrow as she took a sip of her mixed drink, pleased to find that this Ray guy hadn't been lying when he said he'd make them strong. Thank god for that.

"Yeah, I've known him for years," Kara said with a tiny grin before sipping her drink as well. "He and I met in college freshman year. He helped me pass intro biology." She glanced over at the bar, then back to Lena. "He's in med school now. He's bartending just to scrape by, but he's got so many loans it'll take him at least a decade to pay back." She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess that's why I like coming here. I feel bad for him, and he helped me out when I really needed it, so now that I'm doing well, I make sure if I'm going out drinking, I come here so I can at least tip him really well. I'd rather give money to my friends than some random stranger." She paused then, face going red, and took another swallow of her beverage before saying, "Sorry, I'm rambling."

"No, it's fine," Lena said, and it really was. "That's really kind of you." She smiled, glancing down at the tabletop.

"Yeah, well," Kara said, and when Lena looked back up, she saw that the blonde's face was turning a delicate shade of red. "So, Jameson?" Kara pointed to Lena's glass. "Have you ever been to the distillery in Ireland?"

"Uh, no," Lena said, shaking her head. "Have you?"

"I have, actually, yeah," Kara said with a small nod.

"When?" Lena sat up straight, suddenly interested. She'd been wanting to go to Ireland since she was a child, but Lillian and Lionel never took her, and as an adult she always found some excuse not to.

Kara took a big gulp of her vodka-Sprite before answering, "The summer I turned twenty-one." She replaced the glass on the table and ran a finger along the rim. "I did a study abroad program with my university."

That captured Lena's attention. She'd never had a college experience, but it was always something she'd dreamed about. "What did you study?"

"Script writing," Kara said with a small, apprehensive smile. "And acting."

"Acting?" Lena's eyes widened.

"Yeah," Kara said with a laugh. "I wanted to know what it was like to become a character so I could apply that to my writing."

"So that's what you want to do?" Lena asked, eyeing Kara interestedly. "Be a screenwriter?"

"Yeah," Kara said, averting her gaze shyly. "I have this dream of being a novelist who adapts her own screenplays—kind of like Stephen Chbosky."

"Perks of Being a Wallflower," Lena said instantly. She'd only read it at least five times and seen the movie nearly a dozen.

"Exactly," Kara said, smiling at Lena briefly before gulping down the rest of her drink.

"What do you like to write?" Lena asked as Kara wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and set the empty glass on the tabletop.

"Um, well…" Kara gulped, her face going red as she took in a short breath. "I write about young women… Who fall in love," she paused, then continued in a quieter voice, "With each other."

Lena felt her face burning, knowing it matched Kara's, and all she was able to manage to get out was a small, "Oh."

"I know it's dumb," Kara said quickly, seeming to need to defend herself. "Just, growing up there were so few books and movies with lesbian characters I could find, and the ones I did read were terrible." The blonde shook her head, frowning. "Even now they're still all the same shit: conversion camps or the poor kid getting kicked out of the house. They're awful, and they make me feel bad. Why can't I just get a good, happy-ending love story like all the straight couples get? It's so damaging for kids coming into their sexuality and trying to figure it out to pick up a book that shows a character who has all of a young, gay kid's fears coming true." She sighed, picked up her glass for a moment before remembering it was empty, then put it down again awkwardly. "I just want to give these kids hope that they can have a loving, healthy relationship like straight couples. It doesn't have to be all drama and tragedy, heartbreak and death. I'm tired of reading that shit, and I really wish they'd stop publishing it and making movies about it."

Lena nodded, swallowing a lump in her throat. She knew the books Kara was talking about, or at least the ones like them. She'd read a few herself, but not too many because Kara was right. They were sad, tragic, and usually involved the main character's isolation. Conversion camps were also a common theme. They were so heavy and dark that Lena could barely stomach them, so she stopped reading books about lesbians all together. Not to mention the writing itself was usually pathetic, along with the story itself being shit.

"I think that's amazing," Lena said honestly, adding carefully, "Young lesbians deserve to feel represented positively in literature and film and television."

"Yeah, and with all of the celebrities coming out now and more and more LGBTQ characters are being given screen time," Kara said energetically, "this is the perfect time for me to be writing these stories. There's a market for it. If these other shitty books and movies are getting made, I sure as hell can do it, too." She stopped then, bit her lip shyly and covered her face partially with one of her hands out of embarrassment. "Sorry, I'm rambling again."

"Don't apologize, it's fine." Lena let out a small laugh. She actually liked listening to Kara speak. She was so passionate about what she wanted to do, and Lena wished she still felt that way about acting—or anything in her life, really. "You do look like you could use another drink, though." She pointed to Kara's empty glass.

"Yeah, but I can wait," Kara said, removing her hand from her face and placing it back on the tabletop. Lena noticed a whitish scar in the shape of a W on the back of it, and she wondered briefly how Kara got it. "You haven't finished your drink yet," the blonde pointed out.

Lena looked down to the drink in question, almost surprised to see it was still nearly full. That was abnormal for her. She usually drank quickly, but she'd been so busy listening to Kara that she'd completely forgotten the drink's existence until Kara reminded her of it. So, she downed it in an impressive two gulps, and when she lowered the glass the blonde was looking at her, stunned and eyebrows raised.

"Vodka-Sprite?" Lena asked, taking Kara's empty glass as she stood. The other woman nodded, and Lena sauntered over to the bar, where Ray was busy polishing glasses again. He fumbled and nearly dropped one when Lena went up and said, "Can I get another vodka-Sprite, and this time just a Jameson on the rocks?"

"Sure," Ray said instantly. He began making the drinks, glancing up at Lena so often that he accidentally overflowed Kara's drink and had to restart. "Sorry about that," he said nervously as he handed the drinks to her.

"Totally fine," Lena said, holding her card out for him to take.

"And will you be opening or closing that tab, Ms. Luthor?" Ray asked, not having even checked the card for her name yet. So, he did recognize her, after all.

She thought about it for a moment. Normally she'd leave it open so she could keep drinking until her heart was content—which wouldn't be after only two drinks. But she didn't need to be making a drunken fool of herself in public or make herself look bad in front of Kara.

"Just close it out, please, Ray," she said finally.

"You—you know my name?" Ray asked in amazement.

"You're wearing a nametag," Lena said politely, pointing at it.

Ray glanced down at the tag, then back up with a blush starting to creep up his neck. "Oh. Right."

He hastily ran her card then handed her back the slip to sign, and Lena noticed his hands were shaking when he handed her the pen. Lena took it from him with a small smile, not even caring about the price of the drinks, but making sure to write out a neat $500 in the tip section. She handed it over without a second thought, and when he took it and looked down, he did a double take before his eyes went wide.

"I—I think you made a mistake for the tip," he said, attempting to hand the receipt back.

But Lena just shook her head. "No, I didn't." She offered a final smile before picking up the drinks and walking off without an explanation.

When she got back to the table Kara was frowning down at her phone. The moment Lena slid into the booth across from her, though, Kara locked her phone and set it down on the table, the smile returning to her face.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes meeting Lena's briefly.

"Of course," Lena said with a dismissive hand wave before taking a sip of her whiskey. "So, where's the rest of your crew?" She gestured to the empty booth.

"Well, Nia didn't want to come," Kara said, pausing to sip her vodka-Sprite. "And Sam decided to stay home with her baby, according to the text I just got." She shrugged before checking her phone again. "And my friend James still hasn't texted me back, so I doubt he's going to show."

Lena's pulsed quickened. "Did you invite anyone else?"

"No." Kara shook her head. "I don't really know enough people on this set yet to have anyone I felt like inviting."

"So, it's just you and me, then?" The trademark eyebrow quirk from Lena that Kara had seen her do in so many roles before.

The blonde was glad she was sitting because it made her knees go weak. "Yeah," Kara said, beginning to feel flustered and taking a big sip of her drink to calm herself. When she set it back down, she ran a nervous hand through her golden waves. "If you wanted to take off since everyone flaked, I'd understand."

Lena stared at her for a moment, her gaze never leaving those sincere, blue eyes. Kara was giving her an out. She recognized the change in dynamic now that a group was no longer expected, and she understood that the change could potentially make Lena uncomfortable. It was incredibly touching because most people tried to squeeze out as much time from her as they could, even if she was making it blatantly obvious that it was unwelcome. But that wasn't the case here.

"I'm not ready to leave just yet. We've only just gotten these drinks," Lena said, taking a small sip of hers for emphasis before going on, "Besides, I'm enjoying your company."

"Really?" Kara's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Yes." Lena furrowed her brow and gazed at the blonde questioningly. "Is that hard to believe?"

"Kind of," Kara said with a self-depreciating laugh and took a large swallow of her mixed drink, frowning at the bitter yet sweet concoction.

"Why?" Another one of those eyebrow quirks, and Kara's face began to heat up again.

"I mean, I'm just—not anything special," she said with a sigh.

"I disagree," Lena said with a shake of the head. "You're kind, driven, and beautiful."

"I—" Kara cleared her throat. "You think I'm beautiful?"

Lena inhaled sharply. "Objectively speaking, of course."

"Objectively." Kara raised her eyebrows, yet the rest of her face fell. "Of course."

Lena realized in her attempt to cover up her blunder she'd unintentionally made a somewhat backhanded compliment—just like Lillian was famous for. She shot down the rest of her whiskey, ignoring how much it burned. "Your girlfriend must be one lucky woman," she said, hoping that by saying so she could show that she found Kara attractive enough to find a partner, and also to see if there was some girlfriend she didn't know about because Kara didn't post about her on social media.

But Kara shook her head quickly. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"No?" Lena's heart thudded rapidly in her chest, and she could hear the beat clearly in her ears over the soft music coming from the jukebox.

"No." Kara gazed intently at Lena, bit her bottom lip for a moment. Then she let it go, clearing her throat. "What about you?"

Lena gaped at her, not sure how to answer. "Do I—Are you asking if I have a girlfriend?"

"I—" Kara's face went beet red, and she seemed to choke on her own spit because she coughed a few times. "No, I mean… I just feel like all we've talked about is me," she said, her voice somewhat raspy. She gulped down the rest of her drink before saying, "Tell me something about you."

"What do you want to know?" Lena asked coyly, leaning her elbows on the table. She was used to people just flat-out asking her questions about literally anything and everything in her life. When asked to volunteer the information herself, though, usually the only thing that came to her mind was gay and repressed.

Kara thought about it for a second, before firing off, "If you could go one place in the world right now, where would it be?"

That caught Lena off-guard. Not because she didn't know the answer, but because it wasn't the typical crap fans or even talk show hosts asked. They usually always wanted to know about her work or dating life—mostly the dating. This was different and refreshing.

"Ireland, oddly enough" Lena said, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smile.

Kara let out a small laugh. "Same, actually." She sighed whimsically. "I miss it every day." Her eyes averted for just a second, then flicked back to Lena, interest evident on her face. "Why Ireland?"

Lena hesitated, unsure of how much she felt okay saying about this to someone she'd just met. "It's where my mother was from."

"Huh," Kara said with a small frown. "I didn't know Lillian Luthor was from Ireland."

Lena ducked her head, biting back a comment. She took a few deep breaths to ground herself before looking up again. "Anything else you want to know?" she asked to get the topic off her family.

"Uh." Kara blew out a breath as she thought about it. "What's your favorite movie?"

"Titanic," Lena answered, gasping when Kara frowned. "What?"

"Nothing," Kara said, instantly dropping the frown. "Titanic's fine. I didn't say anything."

"Okay, Little Miss Screenwriter, what's your favorite movie?" Lena asked playfully, nodding to Kara's shirt. "Jurassic Park?"

"No, but that one's definitely up there on the list," Kara said with a laugh and a small head shake. "Mine's actually The Wizard of Oz. It's a cinematic marvel and masterpiece."

Lena narrowed her eyes. "You have the nerve to make a face at Titanic, yet your favorite movie is a musical."

"Hey, first of all, we do not disrespect The Wizard of Oz," Kara said, holding up a hand defensively, though there was a small grin on her face. "And second, what do you have against musicals?"

"Um, I can't sing or dance, so I can't do them, and I'm jealous, thank you very much," Lena said in a joking manner, though deep down it was true.

Kara laughed at that. "That doesn't mean you can't still enjoy them." She shrugged her shoulders. "Rent is amazing, and the songs are iconic." She smirked. "My second favorite movie is actually a musical called Girltrash: All Night Long. My sister and I sing the music all the time."

"What's that?" Lena said, suddenly interested. "I've never heard of it."

"It's just this lesbian comedy musical based on a web series from 2007," Kara said, as if that explained literally anything about it. "It's funny, has a good plot, the characters have arcs and clear goals, and it actually has a happy ending," she listed. "And I've seen it at least twenty times."

Ray must have made Lena's drinks considerably stronger than she thought because the next words out of her mouth were, "Interested in making it twenty-one times?"

Kara froze for a second then stammered out, "You want—Want to watch—With me?" She cleared her throat before nodding emphatically. "Okay, yeah, sure. When?"

Lena, still in shock that she'd asked, let alone that her offer had been accepted, glanced at the time on her phone quickly then looked up and asked before she lost her nerve, "How about now?"

"I—Now? Y—Yes. Yes." Kara winced at the fact that she was becoming a stuttering mess, but deep down she was just glad she hadn't started shaking like she normally did when she got anxious or overly excited. "It's not on Netflix anymore, but I have a copy on a hard drive at home."

Lena nodded. "Your house it is, then." She slid out of the booth, stopping to stare at Kara expectantly. The blonde simply stared at her, though, seeming rooted to the spot. "If that's alright with you," she quickly added, cheeks reddening as she realized she'd just invited herself over.

"It's great," Kara said, placing on a smile as she appeared to have recovered and hopped up from the booth. "I'll bring you home afterwards."

Lena nodded slowly. "Sure."

But as Kara led her out of the bar and back to the Jeep waiting around the corner, Lena knew that Kara bringing her home was the last way she wanted this night to end.

and with that I bid you all a goodnight and sweet Supercorp dreams