who. Starfire and Carrie Kelley what. Movies and kicking of the butt when. Tomorrow where. NYC
Carrie had spent her night in front of a laptop in her former bedroom. The room that she'd once slept in now was used mostly as a workspace. There were bits of electronics strewn about the floor and parts on her dresser. It was on a whim that she'd decided to message Kory, partially because she was bored and partially because the thought had just happened to cross her mind. It didn't take long for the two of them to make plans. She'd left a little note for Dick that read: Going to hang out with Kory. Make a joke and I'm divorcing you. Seriously. And then she'd run out of the apartment with a small messenger bag on her shoulder and made her way down to the theater. Carrie had texted Kory before leaving to let her know the time and the place. She had enough time to get there a little early. And prepare herself.
Carrie was trying to be a better person. Going out and giving Kory a chance was part of that. It wasn't really Kory's fault that Carrie didn't particularly care for super sweet people, after all. And she wasn't a bad person, if you looked past the bubbly happiness and the weird alien speech impediment.
Carrie made it to the theater early and stood outside, arms crossed over her chest. They'd see the movie and then go crime fighting and then she'd be back home before she knew it. This is what Carrie told herself. And that patience was important.