KILLER FROST AND MON-EL
MENTION OF DRUGS AND DRINKING | COMPLETE
Mon El was on his way and Frost was still more than a little amused he’d decided to befriend her. Or that she’d kind of befriended him back. She supposed after all the crazy Caitlin being jealous of Kara thing they’d gotten to know each other through numerous apologies from her kinder half. And she liked the guy. He had the whole hero thing going on much as he hated to admit it. And heroes were starting to grow on her.
Like some irritating boil. Basically.
She’d ordered him a drink, the bar was pretty good for stuff that would knock anyone off their ass so it might actually have an effect on him. Hers was a beer, nicely chilled in her hand.
“Hey Superboy” she said with a lazy smile as she beckoned him over to the seat opposite her.
Mon-El figured that both Frost and Caitlin needed a friend. And, if he was honest, Frost amused him. Which is why he’d invited her for a drink. He thought it must be hard to have yourself split in two like that. Especially when one half of yourself hated the other like Caitlin seemed to hate Frost.
As he entered the bar, he easily spotted the white hair across the room, and quickly slipped into the seat across from her.
“Hey Frosty.” He replied, flashing her a grin. “Aww, you got me a drink. What is it?”
“I have no idea” she said with a shrug. “They said it’d probably actually get you drunk so, yeah, there’s that And it’s yellow. Sooo…”
She frosted the glass over with a wave of her hand and picked up her own beer.
“I’ll make sure you get back to your girl in some kind of reasonable state. Probably.”
“Tell me something interesting about you?” she said by way of conversation starter.
“I do love that handy skill of yours.” Mon-El smirked, as he picked up his drink, curious as to how strong it had to be to actually get him drunk. Sipping, he frowned. It certainly tasted interesting. That’s for sure.
“Did you know, I was a prince?” He figured life on Daxam would be the most interesting thing he could come up with.
“Huh.” she said, it explained some things, even just the way he held himself. But the way he’d phrased it. “Used to be? That doesn’t tend to be a thing, unless your world went the way of Kara’s”
She took a slug of her own drink, leaning back watching him.
“I asked for something that’d have an effect on a super. The guy had ideas, that happened.”
Mon-El’s face stilled slightly, as he considered how to phrase his response. It was a pretty complex and complicated explanation.
“My planet is in the same solar system as Krypton. The debris from Krypton crashed onto Daxam when the planet exploded. A lot of the people survived though, by all accounts.” He frowned, slightly. Kara had told him what happened to his parents. But, he knew that somewhere out there, were his people. Without a Royal Family to lead them.
“They wanted me to join them. I said no. So, I guess technically I abdicated.”
“So you walked away from your family for her? That’s a hell of a move. She’s lucky to have you.”
It was probably the highest compliment she’d given so far but even her icy heart could see how much he loved Kara. And the girl was actual condensed sunshine so they worked crazy well. And the part of her that knew Caitlin Snow like the back of her hand couldn’t help but think back to the hero that had loved her. And Caity still missed him. So that was how love worked. And she figured that’s what SuperPrince had.
“Tell me about Daxam. Before the exploding part, obviously”
“Daxam was a beautiful planet. The architecture was magnificent. Daxamite society valued happiness, or at least perceived happiness. To the point, that we all drugged ourselves, so we just didn’t feel anything. We celebrated anything and everything we could. Life was almost a constant big party. However, it all disguised a society that was rotten at its core. Don’t get me wrong, individual daxamites valued justice and honor. And, we did care about other people. At least, when we weren’t too high to care.” Mon-El’s mouth twisted as he described his home world. He missed it. But, at the same time. Earth, and here felt more like his home now. He wasn’t constantly on drugs, he was able to feel properly. And, he valued that. Valued all of the lessons that he’d learnt.
“I would never have been able to choose my own mate on Daxam. Especially not a Kryptonian. We’re not supposed to fall in love. We’re supposed to marry who our parents choose for us.” The Daxamite shook himself from his reverie briefly.
“So, tell me about your Earth. You guys do have Big Belly Burger, right?”
“So, hedonistic to a fault then, Can’t deny it’d make a fun holiday but, yeah. I can see how that couldn't last. You spent most of your life as this drugged up party prince and then fall in love with the one girl you really shouldn’t? It’s a hell of a story.”
His expression betrayed him, he was happier now but a part of his would always belong to that world. Every place had it's good and bad. And maybe his royal Princliness would have been able to make it better one day if given the chance.
“Earth is earth. And yes, we do. Everyone has one. Not that Caity likes going there. Except when she’s drunk. When she’s drunk it’s apparently the best food she’s ever had.”
Frost paused to take a drink.
“It's weird but I don’t think she hates me as much as she used to. Or maybe I just feel more from her, either way it's...different.”
“Pretty much, yeah.” Mon-El agreed, with a grin. “My life is a lot more complicated than it looks.”
Mon-El took another sip of his drinks, as he thought about how to reply to that. “That’s….good right?
“Oh I know that feeling very very well. Or she does, I’m really very uncomplicated. I’m doing the whole redemption thing with people who seem to actually want to help me but other than that it’s mostly just ice and party.”
She shrugged.
“It’s good. I’ve left her some little notes and she’s replying and I don’t know, it feels like sometimes she doesn’t want me gone, y’know?”
Well, this was getting serious fast.
“Down that, we’re getting more. And at some point, drunk dial your girl and get her here, We’re going to Trocution.”
“You’re on.” Mon-El agreed, downing his drink, and ordering another.