Who: Dinah Lance, Arthur Curry, Open to Bar Patrons (later) What: Arthur goes to Dinah's house looking for a friend (re:Hal)to vent his troubles to. Dinah does what any good friend should do and stands in for Hal to get Arthur liquored up. Where: Dinah's Apartment and later a mid-range bar, both in Gotham City, NJ When: Monday, July 15th Rating: PG-13 for booze? and possible drunken antics.
She hadn't been in a rush to get up this morning, but her body had refused to let her roll over and go back to sleep, either. So, with the few extra hours of consciousness that she was forced to take advantage of, Dinah had done all of nothing.
No, that wasn't quite true. She'd cleaned the kitchen (thoroughly) and vacuumed and once that was finished, it seemed like plenty. She hadn't even bothered to take a shower until four p.m. or so, and certainly didn't get fully dressed.
In a pair of black yoga pants and a white tank top, Dinah had planted herself on the couch, a bowl of cereal in her lap and a West Wing marathon on (thanks to Netflix). It probably didn't help the image of being a bad ass superheroine martial artist that she had the milk jug and cereal box on the coffee table, well within reach in case she needed a refill.
"You tell him, Donna." She said to the TV, stirring her cereal and drinking some of the milk straight from the bowl. "You're not his lackey anymore."
It was then that Dinah realized she should probably never own a cat and maybe should give her boyfriend a call.