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Bartender Chick

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Sophie does love being an older sister and takes her duties as an older sister very seriously, that's why she is currently sitting outside of a club waiting to pick up her drunk little sister. Jordan called her 20 minutes ago asking her to pick her up from the club because she got drunker than she anticipated and didn’t want to take a Lyft and her obvious solution was to call her responsible older sister. That’s what older sisters are for, right?

Jordan stumbles out of the club with a couple of people Sophie recognizes as people with who Jordan went to school. Jordan spots Sophie’s car and, with the biggest drunk smile, rushes to the passenger's side of the car.

“SISTER!” Jordan yells as she slides into the car.

“Hi Jordan, buckle up.”

“Have I ever told you how great a big sister you are? You’re the best big sister ever! Thanks for coming to pick me up!” Jordan almost looks like she could go to sleep any moment with her head leaned back against the headrest and the way she is looking over at Sophie.

“That’s what big sisters are for. I would prefer you call me then get into a stranger’s car drunk.” Sophie has heard too many stories about bad things happening to young girls and rideshare services in Gotham so she would definitely prefer Jordan to call her instead.

With how drunk it seems Jordan is, Sophie decides that she’s going to take her back to her place instead of taking Jordan home. Jordan is going to need someone to take care of her, especially in the morning, because she’s definitely going to have a nasty hangover.

“I hope I didn’t mess up any plans you had Soph,” Jordans says.

“You’re more important than any plans I might have had,” Sophie responds as she drives down the streets of Gotham.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but you need to go out, and……are you wearing a flannel?” Jordan stops mid-sentence noticing the flannel that Sophie has on. Jordan has never seen Sophie in a flannel and didn’t even think she owned any flannel.

Sophie looks down to notice that she is wearing a flannel and she feels her face heat up. She never wears flannel so she isn’t surprised that Jordan is surprised but with how drunk her sister is she’s surprised she actually noticed.

“Yes, I am wearing a flannel. Is that a problem?” Sophie tries to remain neutral to prevent her sister from asking too many questions.

“Since when did you start wearing flannels? I didn’t even think you owned a flannel. Are you a flannel-wearing lesbian? I never thought you would fall into that cliche!” It looks like Jordan isn’t going to let this go.

“I’m not any type of lesbian, I’m just me, and I just happen to have on a flannel. It isn’t a big deal Jordan.”

“But where did you get this from? I’ve seen your closet, and I’ve never seen a flannel, so where did this come from?” Jordan asks as she pulls at the sleeve of the flannel that Sophie has sat on the middle console.

“Just drop it Jordan, it isn’t that deep.”

Suddenly Jordan has the most mischievous smirk on her face.

“The flannel belongs to a girl, doesn’t it?”

Sophie feels her ears heat up, so she knows her face is red again, thankfully it’s dark in the car, so Jordan can’t see her blush.

“Oh, my gosh were you over a girl’s place? Did I interrupt? I’m so sorry!” Jordan sounds sincerely sorry about the thought of ruining her sister’s night.

Jordan loves her sister and knows her sister works too much and rarely takes time to enjoy herself or meet new people. So, the thought of interrupting Sophie’s night, when she was finally taking time for herself makes Jordan feel guilty for not being responsible enough to get herself home. She knows that Sophie doesn’t mind picking her up and taking care of her, but that doesn’t mean Jordan can just rely on her all the time when she should be old enough to take care of herself.

“It’s fine, you didn’t interrupt anything. She’s at my place, and she’s asleep.”

Sophie immediately regrets her comment as soon as she sees the look on Jordan’s face.

“OKAY SIS! You better put right to sleep!”

She wants to scold her sister for being like this but honestly, Sophie thinks it is kind of funny, and also Jordan isn’t wrong (but Sophie would never tell her that). Sophie definitely wore her out, and they were both cuddled up and sleeping comfortably when Jordan called. Sophie didn’t want to leave the comfort of her bed with the woman wrapped in her arms but her sister needed her, so she threw on the first clothes she could find which included a flannel that did not belong to her.

They finally arrive at Sophie's place, and Sophie lets them in the house.

“You know where the guest room is and where everything is if you need anything. I’ll take you home in the morning.” Sophie says as she starts to make her way back to her bedroom.

“Babe, is that you? Where did you go? I woke up, you were gone, and now I’m cold.” A voice comes from down the hallway coming from Sophie’s bedroom.

“Am I going to get to meet this mystery woman tonight?” Jordan asks with an excited look on her face.

Sophie just sighs, she was really hoping to put this off until the morning because Jordan is about to be insufferable when she finds out who is there with them.

Ryan comes from the hallway wrapped in the comforter from Sophie’s bed. She was about to call out to Sophie again but stops when she sees Jordan standing with Sophie.

In her excitement, Jordan grabs onto Sophie’s arm and almost yells, “Bartender chick!”

“Her name is Ryan. Ryan, you remember my sister Jordan.” Sophie moves closer to Ryan so she can put an arm around her waist and pull her in close to her side.

“Don’t mind me, I’m just going to bed. Don’t let me interrupt your night, carry on! Act like I’m not even her.” Jordan rushes off towards the guest room but looks back once more at her sister and gives her a thumbs up and wink before she trips and stumbles her way to the guest room.

The only thing Sophie can do at this point is let out a deep sigh while Ryan chuckles beside her.

“You were going to have to tell her about us eventually.” Ryan wraps her arms around Sophie’s waist and pulls her in close so they are standing toe to toe.

“I know, but I was hoping to tell her at brunch and not with you naked wrapped in my comforter though I’m not complaining. I do like this look on you.” Sophie leans in a gives Ryan a chaste kiss on the lips.

“And as much as I like the look of you in my clothes, I prefer you take it off and come back to bed. As I said, I woke up, and you were gone, and I got cold.”

Sophie follows along with Ryan dragging her back to the bedroom.

“Trust me, if she hadn’t called me drunk and in need of a ride, I wouldn’t have left you.”

“I know, but you’re such an amazing big sister that you couldn’t leave your sister when she needed you,” Ryan says as they make it back to the bedroom.

Sophie starts to strip out of the clothes she threw on and climbs under the covers to join Ryan who had already laid down on the bed.

“You know she’s going to have 1001 questions for you in the morning, right?” Sophie says as she opens her arms to let Ryan cuddle against her again.

“I know. It’s fine. I’ll make french toast and mimosas and answer all her questions.”

“You don’t have to indulge her, she can be a lot sometimes, so if she is doing too much, just let me know, and I’ll stop her.”

Ryan makes herself comfortable against Sophie before answering her.

“Soph, it’ll be fine, you might be the big sister, but you’re still her sister so, she’s just trying to look after you and protect you too. I respect it, and I’ll answer all her questions.”

Sophie finally starts to relax and feels herself start to drift off to sleep. Ryan thinks that Sophie is finally gone back to sleep and soon starts to drift off herself, but before she falls asleep for good, Sophie speaks.

“I’m keeping your flannel, it’s soft, comfortable, and smells like you.” Ryan looks up from where her face is buried in Sophie’s neck to see that even though she was just talking, Sophie’s eyes are still closed.

Ryan chuckles and just makes herself comfortable again.

“Of course babe. Whatever you want.”

Sophie and Ryan finally drift off sleep, knowing that they are in for an eventful morning.