( open ) ❤ ❝ a girl from the south side ❞

[advena]

CHARACTERS: kara danvers & you!
LOCATIONS: in the sky, on the ground, wherever.
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: it's a bird, it's a plane — no, it's just supergirl!

  ↪ i'm gonna take it slow, just as fast as i can.

( in the late afternoon, the wide expanse of blue in the sky is dotted with wisps of white, the occasional speck of a bird flying by or a plane in the distance. if you look closely, though, there's more than just clouds and birds and metal in the sky — there's the faint outline of a girl, too, a blur of colors floating in the distance, the outline of fabric fluttering in the breeze.

it's neither a bird nor a plane. it's not even supergirl in her familiar cape and skirt. it's just kara, the hem of her dress lifting up every now and again as her body hovers above the treetops, aimlessly drifting over the city.

these days, she's more than due for a bit of rest and relaxation. between corralling drunks and bartenders and occasionally having to remind the latter that they shouldn't be the former and vice versa, not to mention the hands-on challenge that is raising a puppy, she doesn't get too much of it. now more than ever, she needs an opportunity to clear her head and let go of the responsibilities that so often pile up on her shoulders, to find serenity in the zen of quiet that kept eluding her lately — so it should be no surprise to anyone who knows her that she aims first for the wide open spaces that the sky provides.

from the ground, it might be hard to tell exactly who's up there, but if you've got a higher vantage point — like the high floors of a building, or your own capabilities for flight — you might be able to recognize her librarian chic get up. feel free to call out to her, or take pictures for your unbelieving friends, or maybe just stare unabashed. )

↪ fifteen in a thirty, i ain't in no hurry.

( sucker punch, with its dim lighting and the inexplicable coating of dust that seems to settle in everything, is not the sort of place you'd expect to find sunshine incarnate kara danvers. really, it's not even the sort of place you'd expect to hear about her, let alone run into her face-to-face. but if you happen to go in on just the right day, at precisely the right time, you might just find her there.

the punching bags aren't her goal, and besides, she's not exactly allowed to use them anymore. not after she broke a fair few of them on her first visit, anyway. it wasn't her fault, though — she'd thought they were secured a little more sturdily than just a metal clip on the ceiling.

no, kara's here to spar again, this time as herself rather than supergirl. she lingers near the ropes of the boxing ring, blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and her everyday attire exchanged for a rather cozy-looking sweatpants and t-shirt combo, looking more like a skittish potential fighter than a girl who could knock out the hulk with a good right hook.

should someone cross her path, she'll smile, offering up a casual, ) Do you ever go in there?

( there being the ring, obviously. not the locker room behind it. don't get the wrong idea now. )

↪ #wildcard

( want something different? feel free to throw something at me, or hit me up at semicolons or supergirl#2740 for a custom starter if you prefer. )

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[advena]

( her body may or may not be floating in between his line of sight and the warm glow of the sun in the sky, but it's certainly not intentional. it's her day off, after all, and the roof of criminales just happens to be near (okay, near-ish) to a small park that's a perfect spot for sunbathing. )

You move! I'm flying here!

[kelvins]

[mick folds up his reflector, stands up and removes his sunglasses to squint at kara, floating leisurely above.]

You can fly somewhere else. Hell of a lot harder to move my whole set up.

[advena]

I could...

( but will she? probably not. this particular spot is perfect for floating. it's warm and cozy and the breeze is just right, and maybe mick should have looked around before he settled his makeshift beach seat. )

But if you close your eyes, you won't even see me.

[kelvins]

I won't, but I'll know you're still there.

[he settles the sunglasses back on his face and plops back into his chair.]

At least come down and grab a beer with me.

[advena]

( oh, fine. she'll come down to the rooftop, but it's only because she's in a good mood. not because mick's her boss and she really should oblige his requests if she wants to continue being gainfully employeed, or anything like that. no way.

but, in the process, she might squint a little to get a better look at the label on mick's beer of choice. )

Um. Mick? ( maybe she should have just flown the other way. too late now. ) Did you take beer from the fridge in the office?

[kelvins]

Yeah. Of course I did. [because where else would he grab a beer from? the walk-in? okay so maybe he's grabbed one from the walk in a few times before too, but usually it's from the small fridge in the office. it's convenient.

as kara makes her way down onto the roof mick finally cracks the bottle open and takes a sip... and promptly spits it back out.]

The hell, Kara? What kind of beer is this?

[advena]

It's not for you!

( but she's laughing behind her hand as she moves towards him, shifting to reach for the small cooler beside his chair. a pull of the second bottle lets her get a better look at the label. maybe if he'd actually looked at it... )

It's dog beer, obviously. For Atticus. That's why it was in my fridge in the office, dummy.

[kelvins]

My bar. My beer. [he shouts back like it's the most logical thing in the world. and for that matter it's their fridge. in the office that they share. technically anyway. he is pretty much never in there except when he wants to be alone, so it is sort of her office by default.]

What the fuck is dog beer and why do we have it? We don't serve dogs. This isn't a dog bar.

[advena]

( they're definitely the kind of idiots who are screaming at each other on an otherwise empty rooftop within whispering distance, because what is reasonable volume anyway? mick pushes all her buttons in the worst way, and for the record, it's her fridge. )

It's beer, obviously, for dogs. My dog. The dog I have, that comes to work with me, that sleeps in the dog bed, in my office.

( it's like talking to a child. only a very large, very stubborn child whose veins have a habit of popping on one side of his head. )

[kelvins]

[who needs to be reasonable? there's no one who can hear them within any visible distance. and honestly if some overly nosey person were to show up and give them lip well, they can just go to hell. while they're at it. it's his bar. therefore his fridge.]

Again, why do you have dog beer for your dog? Dogs don't drink. Who the hell decided beer for dogs would be a good idea? And why did they bottle it in bottles that look like people beer?

[said vein is definitely pulsing with each word. way to ruin his relaxing day sunning, kara. he knew he should've just gone to the beach. cold weather be damned.]

[advena]

( no. it's her fridge, because the room is her office, because she does all of the office stuff anyway. unless he wants to start writing checks to suppliers and filing permits with the city and god knows what other paperwork is on her desk right now just waiting for the appropriate information to be entered in those tiny boxes. )

I have it for Atticus because it was offered at one of those events that you so kindly insisted I go to. And he liked it, so I put some in my fridge so it would be cold when he wanted it. And he does drink it, and it's good for him!

( as far as the bottles... ) It's a marketing thing, I don't know, ask the dog beer people.

[kelvins]

[... fair point. alright, kara danvers, you may have won this round but don't count him out entirely.]

I insisted you go so you could find new booze for us. You know. The people. Who pay for the beer. For our market: people. Who also pay for the beer. Not so you could find a healthy [gag him please] snack for puffball.

You know what? Maybe I will ask them. Can you at least like... put a sign on it that says "Dog Beer" in red letters? [because mick knows better than to think that he's going to not go rummaging in the office fridge.]

[advena]

And I did! I got that blue beer, remember?

( the one that vaguely tasted like blueberries that mick had called 'girly dessert beer'... the same one that had knocked him on his ass after a six-pack. who said girly meant weak?

at his grimace, kara can't help but chuckle, a hand settling on her hip as she watches him try to swallow down the taste. ) It's basically chicken broth, I don't know why you're acting like it's so gross. Maybe I'll just put a child lock on the fridge so you won't bother.

( he could always just go in the walk-in like a normal bar owner. at least those were chilled. )

[kelvins]

Yeah. I remember. Tasted like blueberry pie. [he hadn't forgotten the wallop it packed though. so, maybe that event hadn't been for nothing. but this god awful dog brew needs to go. another grimace and he swallows it down. blegh.]

If I wanted chicken broth, I'd have a can of Campbell's. This is not a bowl of chicken noodle. No need for a lock that won't work. Your dog booze is safe.

[advena]

( the real question is why is he still drinking the supposedly terrible dog beer. it's not for people. don't drink the dog beer, mick, you're a people. )

You know, if you just looked at the labels of what you were drinking, this all could have been avoided...

[kelvins]

[well, it's open now and mick hates leaving wounded soldiers. so shitty or not, maybe it'll actually get him drunk.]

Never had need to look at the labels until now. Is there anything else in the bar that I need to avoid that you haven't told me about?

[advena]

( hint: it won't. there's no booze in it. it's for dogs, moron. )

Well... I would recommend not going into the women's restroom, for starters.

( not for weird reasons. just because it's a fact. )

[kelvins]

[well how's he supposed to know the alcohol content? or if dogs can have alcohol even?]

Like I would ever do that. Women's restrooms are filthy.

[advena]

( why is she having this conversation with him? why is this relevant? why did he have to stop her very enjoyable flying daydreams to argue about dog beer and the cleanliness of restrooms? )

I'm pretty sure it's not filthy, because we pay people to clean the bathrooms. Have you forgotten that whole 'hiring people' thing we did?

[kelvins]

[mysteries of the universe. why did she have to fly over his sunbathing spot? why'd she have to put said dog beer in the office fridge? why were women's restrooms so much more filthy??]

Okay so maybe not filthy but definitely not spotless after a busy night. Guys have aim issues when drunk. You'd think women would be a little better since they sit.