Good. Don't forget it

( but he's finally offered a bikini for her to appraise. strangely, her first thought brings her to supergirl. )

Color's nice
Not bad
Won't veto it but I wanna see other options.

[what's this about not wanting to know, sara? oops. sorry. have some more confirmation that mick's shopping for a bathing suit with none other than supergirl]
You're a smart cookie and I'm gonna guess that it is who you think it is. She's blonde. Looks good in red leather skirts. I think it's leather anyhow. I won't say her name.

Shame. Not that I don't like the white suit, but pretty sure I'd like you better in black. Like a warning sign. Danger. Badass ahead.

Gonna have to make you wait at least half an hour before we swim anyway... [for once he's not the only one to blame for how long it takes to finish lunch. kara danvers has an appetite that rivals his, making lunch a rather lengthy affair. eventually, however, makes his way toward her place, detouring long enough to change into his beach attire beforehand.

a couple loud taps on the door followed by a loud 'special delivery.' are how he opts to greet her. at least he's being direct, right?]

( speaking of Bad Looks...

only it's not really as bad as sara's gut reaction makes her think when she flings her door open, but once her eyes acclimate to the sight of the neon flowers adorning the partially open black button down, it's honestly kind of ... good. maybe it's the unexpected nature of mick's appearance, or maybe it's just his appearance here at her door at long last.

she locks eyes with him as she finishes her beer off with a upwards tilt of her chin, greets him with a lowkey, ) Hi.

( right. maybe she should step aside to let him in so they can get this damn show on the road already. )

Hey. [the reply is as casual as ever, almost as if they haven't been spending the last couple of hours egging each other on and alluding to what he hopes is an explosive conclusion to the day. mick steps inside, cracks something that approximates a smile, and dangles a tiny black shopping bag in front of her face.]

Thought about just giving you an empty bag, but we're not going to the nude beach. [a beat] Maybe next time.

( sara shoots him A Look at that remark, plucks the bag from out of mick's hands. hah. a nude beach. right.

she wastes no time in heading into her bedroom, assuming that he'll make himself right at home — or not, considering it'll take her about all of five seconds to get changed. the empty bottle is discarded on the way with a loud clank, the door's left partially open, and she's pulling her shirt up over her head as she calls in response, slightly delayed, ) Next time, huh.

( her shorts are discarded, as are her underthings, left on the floor for later when she's maybe not in such a hurry. sara likes the bathing suit he'd picked even more than she thought once it's actually on her — who would've thought? it shows off a lot of skin, marked with scars that she wears with pride, hugs her curves pretty nicely. ) I'm glad you're so confident there'll be a next time, ( she can't resist adding as she wiggles jean shorts over her bikini bottoms.

she lets her hair out of the messy bun on top of her head as she reenters the living room, shakes out blondes waves a little, and asks, ) You ready?

[normally, he would just pluck a beer from her fridge, drop on her couch, and kick his feet up as if he owned the place, but they're not going to be staying long. not if they're gonna make it to the beach while there's plenty of daylight left at least. he watches her slink off to her bedroom, discarding the empty beer bottle without a second glance, and regards the door left slightly ajar. with a shrug of his shoulders, he follows just a few paces behind. mick stops at her doorway, leaning against the frame as she carries on her conversation, paying him little mind in the process. ]

Gideon tried to talk to me about something called 'the power of positivity' once. Figured I'd try it on for size.

[much as he'd like to stand there and continue to watch her slip into the suit, there's something to be said about a surprise reveal, so before she's done he makes his way back into her living room and relaxes on the couch until she's returned, fully changed into an outfit which gives him a hell of a lot more to look at than anything he's seen her in thus far. sex on a stick? thy name is sara lance.

bless his heart he manages to avoid a catcall or anything that might result in a punch to the face or swift kick to the goods, but mick's eyebrows rise as his gaze moves up and down taking in every little detail.] Been ready. Need anything else before we head out?

It's not a bad look on you, ( she says, maybe referring to this strange, newfound optimism of his, or perhaps that ridiculous floral button down he wears so unashamedly. sara puts her hands on her hips while she contemplates what else they might need — and maybe just to give mick more time to brazenly let his gaze sweep over her; she'd be lying if she said she doesn't enjoy it.

but there's a moment of realization, and she dashes back into her room for a hot second, returning with two towels draped over her arm. hell, she'd almost grabbed only one just to prove a point, but maybe they'll need an extra to dry off if they decide to take a little dip in the ocean. resourcefulness: just another reason why captain lance is good at her job. )

Alright. Let's get this show on the road. ( you know, this feels like the perfect opportunity to get really close, maybe stand on her tiptoes a little, brandishing her trademark Sara Lance Smirk™️ as she leans closer and —

shoves the towels against his chest for him to carry, gets back down to her own level, and opens the front door. to the beach! )