"Alex?"

It wasn't hard to figure out how she'd managed to find her.

Ryan must have sent her to check on her after such an unintentional yet abrupt end to the earlier mother-son phone call.

"You know what sucks?" Alex asks lifting the bottle of top-shelf scotch to her lips once more. She already had several shot glasses all emptied and lined up rather neatly for her current buzzed state in front of her as she sat kicking her heels against the stabilizing ring of her bar stool.

"You know what really, really sucks?" she asks again grumpily slamming the half-empty bottle back onto the bar top in frustration when after the half-hug she gets in greeting along with the attempted press of a sisterly kiss against the side of her head after Kara had settled down onto the no longer empty seat beside her Alex's first question goes unanswered as the stool on her other side was filled by the following twin to the one already sitting on her right.

Her little sisters. Always there when she needs them most. Always there to pick up her broken pieces after Maggie finds new ways of breaking her.

"What, Alex?" Kara asks as Linda works on flagging down the bartender for a glass of water.

Alex's head drops pitifully onto her middle sister's shoulder with a pained pout before she answers with a puzzling "It's still me" in reply.

"Who's still you?" Linda asks from Alex's other side

Rather than gives a verbal answer Alex fished the letter from the inside pocket of the jacket J'onn had draped over her shoulders with a whispered: "You need this more than I do." And a soft fatherly given kiss to her hairline before he'd allowed her to flee to the grounding haven of the Dollywood dive bar leaving the others (mainly Maggie) behind in her mad dash towards anything except the suffocating ache of remembered heartbreak.

A favored nightspot during her harder partying days now turned into information central for things she just couldn't get through her contacts with the DEO.

"Alex."

"It that…"

The twin questions amused the buzzed elder sibling of the Danvers sister trio huddled together at the end of the bar.

"The letter that ended it all." She finishes for them tossing the faded envelope onto the dwindling bowl of bar grade pretzels "yeap." She confirms making the last letter pop with a finessed flourish as she reaches for the liquor bottle once again.

Linda this time intersected the thing before Alex herself could lay a finger on it whilst Kara pushed the water cup into her older sister's hunting fingers with an ordered "drink it, please."

"I mean it has to mean something that she kept it all this time, right?" Alex reasons her unfocused eyes falling once more to the cause of the abrupt end to what could have been a much more lasting friendship.

"Maybe." Kara agrees

"But then again she did read it then not even bother to send back an answer." Alex goes on between hiccupped sniffs as she held back angry tears at the memories of all the times, she'd cried herself to sleep over the loss of Maggie's friendship.

'I shouldn't have said anything. I should have just kept my mouth shut." She chastises in her head over yet another burning shot of scotch. "Just straight up ghosted me using her dad as a go-between." She says this time saying the words aloud as she continues glaring at the thing as if she were the one of the three with….

"Burn it."

"What?!"

Any other time the twin asked questions from her genetically similar yet so different personalities sibling would have had Alex laughing aloud to hear. Now however all Alex did was look between the matching expressions of puzzled surprise at the request.

"Burn it." Alex repeats. "it's obvious Mags has already read it at least once since I sent it to her." The buzzed human starts to defend turning the letter over to display the torn rip of the top half of the thing's envelope indicating it's opening "going by her reaction to what I said in it, she didn't and doesn't feel the same way for me that I do for her." She goes on mostly in hiccupped stammers considering she had managed to sneak back the dwindling bottle of scotch from Linda's watch to pour another round of pain-numbing shots for herself. "and I don't want the reminder around anymore." Alex finishes draining the last of the newest pour shots as she looks between her questioning siblings.

'I just wish getting rid of my feelings for her were just as easy." She laments in her head as she slams back another shot. "Please. Just git rid of it." Alex begs.

"But you really want us to burn it?" Kara asks

"You did when we were kids." Alex reminds "Hell you even wanted to burn my plushy dog just because it would remind me of her." She goes on grumpier now that at least one of her siblings seemed to be opposed to her request to destroy the root cause of Alex's freshly remembered pain from their younger years.

"But maybe if you just go talk to her." Kara reasoned

"So, she can break my heart all over again to my face?" Alex snarls sloshing yet another shot of scotch down her arm as she gestured wildly with the glass in her fist. "Linda, you burn it for me." Alex tries completely turning her back towards Kara now as she asks this.

"I don't know Alex." Her youngest sister asks after an agreeing glance with her twin over Alex's shoulder.

"Seriously." Alex groans

"Kara is right." Linda reasoned "back then you didn't have a chance to talk with….with her. Now you do."

Alex only simmered as she drops her glaring unfocused gaze back to the half-emptied glass between her hands.

"If you still want to destroy it after you talk with her then Lin and I will be happy to. All we're saying right now is maybe go talk with her first before you make any rash decisions, Alex." Kara suggests her fingers carding lightly through her older sister's short, cropped hair.

"No," Alex yells her broken voice carrying easily over the sudden lull in the normal chattered den of the bargoers. "Anyone got a light?" she asks spinning around on her barstool to face the now turned faces in the trio's direction. The letter was held aloft in her shaking fingers.

Maybe it was the matching glares of warning her siblings were giving out on either side of her. Maybe it was that once the outburst had been checked up to 'sappy human drama' most of the other bar-goers even those that did seem interested went back to whatever it was they'd been doing before.

That is until Alex feels the light tapping of a small matchbox against her shoulder from the bartender.

"Thanks, Darla." Alex grins

"Just do it quick. This one-woman drama show is slowing down business." The alien woman shrugs indifferently before moving off down the bar to help a newly arrived customer.

"Alex. Just wait,"

"Come on Alex. Don't do this now."

Again, the buzzed human ignores her sibling's attempt to reason with her as she blinks back a new wave of fresh tears blurring her vision as she fumbles with the box in her trembling fingers.

Somehow, she manages to strike the thing on her third attempt.

Kara and Linda once again try to talk her out of her already made decision for a moment Alex pauses to admire the tiny flame pinched between her fingers.

"This is for you, teen me." She mumbles before dropping the flickering thing onto the small rectangle bit of paper.