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“Love, huh?” Maggie grins confusedly at the term of endearment - it’s not bad, just different. “I don’t think so, Lena - that’s not alien alcohol. I would know, I’ve met and had a drink with enough of ‘em. You’re getting ripped off.”
“Why would they even bother to lie about that?” Okay, so her presently tipsy self probably wasn’t in the best position to be making decisions or judging whether or not people were being honest. And having a tipsy rich woman asking for alien alcohol might have been a motivating factor.
Realizing something a bit belatedly, Lena squinted a bit at Maggie. “But alien alcohol is real, then?” Wanting to make sure it was clear she had no shady motives, she explained, “It’s just a little awkward that every time Kara and I go ‘out for drinks,’ she’s completely sober while I end up... not.” Rather, automatically trying to keep pace with Kara, who didn’t feel any effect from the alcohol or just drank club soda, the first couple of times she had ended up actually a bit drunk, until Kara noticed and took her home. “But I didn’t know if what I read online was true, and it felt a bit strange -- and perhaps rude -- to invite her to drink with me in that sense when I had no idea whether it actually existed or where to get it.”