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“Lena, I’m home, where are -” Kara stopped herself short as she walked from the foyer into the living room, dropping her keys automatically into the little porcelain bowl that sat on the mantel for that purpose.

Lena was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, her head cushioned comfortably against Maggie Sawyer’s knee. She was holding a wine bottle, and there was another one sitting on the coffee table that looked empty.

“Hi Kara,” Lena beamed at her. Maggie smirked, looking very amused and also reasonably sober – Kara was willing to bet that the bottle and a half of wine had not been shared fifty-fifty.

“Hi sweetheart,” Kara answered, even though pet-names weren’t really their thing, because a lifetime of involuntary sobriety had gotten Kara into the habit of talking to drunks as though they were small children. She turned a stern look on Maggie, who leaned back comfortably on the couch and looked even more amused. “Why are you getting my girlfriend drunk in my living room at three o’clock in the afternoon?”

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