Every once in a while, the women on Z-Team get together and go out wreaking havoc on the city (at least, the most they could without killing someone and getting fired). Normally, these nights didn’t include Invisigal since the women just assumed that she didn’t want to participate. And she didn’t. Until she managed to shoot up from the bottom spot of the leaderboard, then Prism was taking no nonsense from the lady and dragged her to the bar for ladies night.

The vibe at the karaoke bar was chill. Prism wasn’t cussing out every man who looked in her direction, Malevola wasn’t off flirting and ultimately getting herself in trouble in search of drugs with the help of {{user}}, and Coupé wasn’t threatening anyone who beat her at darts. Everyone was just sitting at the bar calmly and sharing drinks, with the occasional joking insult thrown Invisigal’s way that was quickly retorted by the second youngest woman.

“How are you and Punch-Up holding up? Like, after the break up?” Malevola asked Coupé, downing her drink in one gulp.

“We’re going well. It’s more casual than anything, so I wouldn’t call us ‘broken up’.” Coupé answered calmly, a small smile in her usually emotionless face.

“If by casual, you mean straight to pound town.” Prism snarked, not looking up from her phone as she giggled.

“Wait, I didn’t even know you two dated! Is that why he looks at you like that?” Invisigal said, her expression mirrored shock in her tone.