Who: Kara What: Doing whatever she wants, mostly When: Backdated to last night/early morning Where: Various locations around LA Rating: PG-13 Status: Complete as Narrative, unless someone wants to join
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What was wrong with her? Was she feeling alright? She should go home, or go back to the Clocktower. If Kara heard that one more time she was going to flip. There was nothing wrong with her. Nothing holding her back. She didn't want to go back. That freeing feeling, there was no guilt for just being a teenager, no guilt for having fun. Actually, there was just no guilt at all. For anything she did, really. Take the smashed up ATM machine for example. She'd taken out the security cameras in the area, and then emptied the machine of cash. She armed, and ready to go for the night. The next step was her ride, which wasn't that hard to get. She did use cash, to rent it, keeping the transaction mostly legal.
At eleven at night, dressed in a sleeveless red dress, and a pair of strappy black heals, completely unaffected by any night chill the city had, Kara was hitting the town. she hit up various classy bars and quite literally, spent her time dancing, drinking, and flirting. The only real down side? She was beginning to think Kryptonian's couldn't get drunk. She had to go at a human pace, otherwise people would assume she had drank too much and throw her out. Kara was feeling exactly like she had a few hours ago when she started all of this, but at least she was having fun.
It was around one in the morning when she decided to stay at the bar she was at until close. The reason? A really cute bartender who had just got off work and was planning to stick around. Kara had spent most of her time at this bar ordering drinks from him, chatting, and tipping well. She now knew how to make several different more complicated drinks, and the proper way to poor at Stella. All very interesting. Just not as interesting as the vivid green colour of the bartenders, Alex, eyes. Green wasn't normally her colour, but damn, she could stare at them for a while. He was so much better looking than Power Boy. Probably not as much of a bastard either.
She chatted with a while at the bar, learning all about him, asking questions, keeping him interested, which really wasn't that hard to do. It had only taken five minutes and already only centimeters apart, his hand slowly trailing higher up her leg. Like she'd once told Boomer. She was a young girl in a short skirt, she could get in where ever she wanted. Apparently she could get whoever she was too.
"Lets dance." she said, leaning in to speak over the pulsating music. Sliding off her chair, she laced his fingers between hers and gently pulled him out onto the dance floor. He didn't really want to dance, but the opportunity to dance with her seemed way to good to pass up. He'd been watching other guys eye her all night long.
If there was one thing she was good at besides having powers, it was dancing. She watched a lot of television, it was easy to pick up on. Kara knew how to work a dance floor, and she did it well. Pulling him close, they melted back into the crowed, vanishing into the middle of the dance floor.
She knew she was acting this way because of the red kryptonite. But why would she want to go back? It was strange, she was under the impression that Red K did different things to every Kryptonian every time, and yet her and Kal were acting the same way. But it was Kryptnoite that was from a different reality, and a different Lex. Maybe that was it. Either way, she didn't care. She had never felt this free to be herself.