When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you | OPEN

[zor_el]

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Kara Danvers knows loss. Of course she does. Her planet died; her family with it, with the exception of Kal. Most people would know him by his human name: Clark Kent.

But this...this is so much different. This feels like a heavy ache that refuses to do anything other than persist. It doesn't want to fade. It doesn't want to go away. It hurts to have been so much in love and to know that the sentiment was shared and still to be torn apart so cruelly. It's almost worse that he'd been so brave about it.

She'd needed some time alone. She'd needed to get away from everyone asking her if she was okay; she's not okay. She's not going to be okay with this probably ever. Even when she heals from what feels like a gaping wound in her heart, she's still never going to be okay with losing her first love the way she did. But maybe she can move on a little faster if she doesn't have an older sister and several friends hovering to try to make sure that she's all right. So Kara walked through the door.

...and when she immediately regretted her decision and thought better of it to head back, the door opened to nothing more than a wall. There had been punching of said wall. There had been feral screams of pent up depression and anger and raw emotion. There had been tears.

And then she'd walked away. Now she's roaming the streets of this new place, trying to decide whether it's the Universe's way of telling her she really does need this break from life or whether this is something more sinister. Tear tracks are mostly gone by the time she starts to see othe people walking the same street she is and she assumes she's further into town at that point. Seeing what's clearly a bar — Houndstooth, huh? — nearly sets her off in tears again because Mon-El worked in the alien bar and she has a ton of great memories with him in bars, but instead, she lifts her chin and pushes the door open, marching in with purpose. She can't drink her sorrow away but maybe she can knock back a drink or twenty and reminisce for a minute while she tries to figure out what the heck she's supposed to do with herself.

Well. That and bartenders and regulars tend to know a lot more than most people think they do, in Kara's experience. Maybe someone can offer her some insight. Worst case scenario, she can blow off a little steam. The alcohol hardly touches her, but she does get that little warm sensation in her cheeks and there's something weirdly comforting about that. In a pinch, maybe that'll do.

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What is this? Does this connect to a special app or something or am I just calling out into the ether?

Hello? Can anybody see this?

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[mightbeconcussed]

Technically, it's Jill's bar, but Lucy used to spend a great deal of time here back home (nearly as much as Jil). Here, she's made it her homebase. She works when Jill needs her or when she gets bored. She and the bartender are very close. That pleased expression is good enough for Lucy. She takes a sip of her drink and watches Kara for just a moment, glad to see the positive response. The city will welcome having someone to help protect them, but Lucy also hopes that Kara will have a chance to relax and enjoy it here.

"You're welcome," Lucy responds, "and I like to think I usually am." The last is said with a teasing smile to let Kara know that she's joking. She can't help but notice that Kara's words aren't really terribly impassioned.

"Oh. The City was a lot more brutal than this place. They messed with us every week, sometimes several times a week and the people...some of them were awful. Evil." Her expression darkens at this and her brow furrows, but she forces a smile a moment later. "This place is good though. Like...ninety percent of the time, this place is really good. The people are awesome. We hardly ever get really messed with."

[zor_el]

Kara can't help noticing the way that the mood darkens with Lucy's expression and she can tell that whatever it is that Lucy went through in that place she calls The City, it wasn't a good experience for the other woman. Her eyes narrow slightly with concentration as she listens. It isn't lost on Kara that the subsequent smile is a little put on, but Kara doesn't call her on it; it'd be hypocritical for her to, especially now with the way Kara herself is feeling.

"Well, I'm glad that this place has been better for you," she says with a soft sincerity. "I don't think there's anywhere that's good one hundred percent of the time, anyway," she adds.

After finishing her drink, Kara sighs and pushes the glass away. "I should go... I suppose I'm going to have to settle in at some point or another. Might as well be now. Besides, I'm probably sort of bringing things down with my own mood. I just have a lot to wrap my head around."

Getting to her feet, Kara holds a hand out to Lucy. "It's been really nice talking to you and thanks," she says, nodding toward the empty glass she'd pushed away, "for the recommendation. I'll keep that one in my back pocket for next time. I really liked that." She offers Lucy a small smile that she hopes apologizes for the fact that she's excusing herself a little abruptly. Kara needs a minute to herself to really get comfortable in this place and to go through the stages of grief for the loss of Mon-El. It's better if she does so in private.