Fine. Fine. ( oliver might be hotheaded robin hood, but kara's no less stubborn and bull-headed about things when she wants to be. the fact that she listens to mick, that she acknowledges his contributions enough to admit she might be changing her mind, is evidence of just how close they'd become over the last eight months. it's a testament to how important he is in her adoptive family circle.

so, while kara's not exactly thrilled by the idea of giving someone the freedom to dress her, she has to concede the point that dressing to impress someone for reasons beyond abject professionalism is a little outside her wheelhouse. and, to be fair, when they'd gone shopping for swimsuits for sara, he hadn't been entirely crass about it. he'd been respectful of kara's opinions, and they'd wound up choosing something only moderately revealing by her standards. it was practically tame in mick's eyes, but at least they'd compromised.

after all, she realizes, if she winds up completely hating it, she can always take it back. or hide it in her closet. it's not like she has to wear it home. ) I can't go anywhere in this, though, and you can't leave the bar unattended, so maybe not right now.

I'll meet you, though. Just tell me where.