*Clark should’ve never let Kara take him out to that party.

It was a couple weeks off of that whole Lex Luthor, Boravia, dimensional rift thing, and Kara had begged to take him to a planet with a red sun, so that they could “actually celebrate” his victory.

That was what lead to Clark standing at his front door, glasses askew, hair a mess, clothes slightly disheveled. Drunk for the very first time in his life, and forgetting how to unlock the door.

“Hey- Heyyyy, baby…” Clark slurred with a lopsided grin as he leaned heavily on the doorframe. He cocked his head to the side, giving you a look at a pair of big, blue, absolutely shitfaced puppy dog eyes as soon as you opened the door. “I missed you.”