Drink Me
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
BONUS AU: Holly and Rowan are a con artist duo that are determined to set the world aflame.
“Doesn’t this one look too sketchy for us?” Holly muttered questioningly, glittering eyelids sparkling in the neon light as she squinted through the windows of the club that looked as if they could have been covered in either perspiration or grime. It was probably a little bit of both considering the amount of people that were in there. But where the people and alcohol were, the cash was bound to be also. So it was time for the people inside of the grimy-ass bar to buckle up because they were going to be in for one wild night. The poor souls probably didn’t even realize what kind of vixens were going to be raining on their parade. “Can’t we go hit up that – what was it, some sort of club with all the frat guys – the fancy one again! Those guys texted me, they didn’t even seem to notice that their American Express cards were missing.”
“What are we – high class escorts? Nuh uh, honey, you know that we can’t be choosy and you know better than I, my dear Supergirl, that where the money goes we follow.” Grabbing her other half by the shoulders, she gently shook her. Not the dramatic ‘COME BACK TO ME’ sort of shake, but a more ‘get your shit together so we can rob this place’ sort of shake. “Okay, okay, time to get our heads in the game –” she cringed as the High School Musical lyrics continued in her head – “and remember why we’re here. These people are privileged assholes and we’ve got bills to pay and sights to see, right? Right.” Flicking her hair off of her shoulder she looked Holly in her bright, baby blue eyes, grasping her hands in partial reassurance and partial self-assurance.
This night could either end up with them in a cell for the night of with cash in their pockets. But she was with Holly. That’s all that mattered. That was all that would ever matter.
Why? Because it was the two of them against the world – and with odds like that nothing would ever stand in their way. But Holly did not share the same sense of bullheaded confidence that Rowan did. No, Holly was a much better person than Rowan but even she knew that being a nice person didn’t pay the bills. Not in this world. Not in this day and age. So she saw that it was necessary for a bit of liquid courage before operation Jack Sparrow (’Take what you can, give nothing back’) came into full swing. Holding up her finger, she pulled a flask out of her bag and took a swig before handing it to her Supergirl.
“Nothing like a bit of liquid courage before a night of 21st century pillaging!” The redhead crowed as she looped her arm through her blonde less-than-enthusiastic companion.
