WHO: Kira Ford and Bart Allen (FINALLY!) WHAT: Karaoke! Poor Bart. WHEN: Night. WHERE: Karaoke bar, yay! RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete.
Life sucked. Life sucked a lot. So much that not even Bart could make her laugh. He could make her feel better, sure, which was the point of this little outing, but no matter what he said or did, her lips just wouldn't turn up. Her emotions were all over the chart, and included 'numb' but not 'happy'. Maybe barely on the lower edge of 'amused', but not 'happy'.
She was dressed in jeans, a red tube top under her yellow halter, a skinny black tie with thin gold stripes and black arm warmers. The yellow/red color scheme would be the inverse of his red/yellow, and there would no doubt be jokes about them making out. Honestly, that sounded nice right now, but she would never go there. She knew better.
She walked in, fully expecting Bart to already be lurking around somewhere. After all, the guy was a speedster. And why there had to be so many people here with Conner-like qualities was beyond her.