So I promised the valentine's day omake and here it is. I hope you guys enjoy it. I pushed myself in a direction I felt a little less comfortable with but I'm glad that I was able to challenge myself as a writer. It was a struggle to have a story involving "dumb teenagers on a date" and not cross lines into tastelessness or crassness but I think I threaded the needle alright. Again I hope everyone enjoys this omake.
Non-Canon Omake: Mini-Golf Date
Cassandra Luthor
Naturally Cassandra aimed for perfection in all endeavors she engaged in. Perfection often wasn't achievable or quantifiable, but nevertheless she strove to get as close as possible. It was endemic to who she was and she refused to do any less.
This in turn frustrated her when she wasn't the best which in turn meant today had to go perfectly. She was currently behind in her latest competition with Bette Kane. Coming up with the best date possible should naturally be child's play, as Cassandra was without a doubt the smartest and the best looking, but Bette had started playing dirty.
A breakfast cooked by your partner was an area Cassandra was confident that she'd dominate in, cooking was just artisanal chemistry and she had an incredibly refined palate, but then Bette had pulled out the French maid costume and Cassandra had to concede that Bette had it wrapped up. Yes Cassandra could wear it better, but Bette didn't look bad in it and she was far more willing to engage in the behavioral parts that Cassandra wouldn't. And Cassandra couldn't deny that the behavior and flirtation was part of what made the performance so appealing and why the date had the impact it did on her. She'd give Bette the advantage for now but she was far from willing to concede defeat. Simply put Cassandra had to devise a date that was superior to what Bette had come up with thus far.
Cassandra had spend days brainstorming exactly what the optimal date might look like, and after a large amount of consideration she had come to a firm conclusion. A mini-golf date would be far superior to the shared breakfast date. This wasn't something inherently true but dates ought to be tailored for the individuals going on them. She and Bette were naturally competitive, constantly sharpening against one another like blades on a whetstone. Naturally they enjoyed this because they continued to seek each others company, so incorporating a competitive element into the date would only cause it to go better. Additionally mini-golf would enable them to show off their skills and would ensure that there was never a lull in conversation that was not intentional, as the state of the game would provide a constant easy icebreaker whenever they needed one.
Of course Cassandra would have to tailor the mini-golf experience to be the perfect most sublime mini-golf it possibly could be, but she was confident that the glories of a relatively low stakes competitive game that enabled them to observe and surpass one another would be far superior to Bette's previous planned date as on top of allowing for companionship and attraction, it would also enable them to function more naturally in their preferred dynamic. Truly mini-golf was a superior date.
Cassandra couldn't rely on preexisting mini-golf institutions. Her standards, and thus by extension Bette's required that they have the best possible mini-golf and as such Cassandra needed to handle the design of the courses herself. Naturally she'd delegated as necessary but by her own hand, the Grand Golf Gauntlet, had sprung into being. It was probably located in a suboptimal spot for commercial purposes but keeping things private suited Cassandra's purposes. Even if it wasn't profitable, the Grand Gold Gauntlet would serve its purpose well.
Cassandra surveyed her creation. A mere 18 holes would be insufficient for her oncoming engagement with Bette. Cassandra figured that 324 holes, 18 separate courses each with 18 holes of their own. It was absolutely state of the art in a way no other facility was. Robotic dinosaurs, miniature volcanos, actual labyrinths and even multi-layered courses were all present in the Grand Gold Gauntlet. Naturally each course was immaculately themed and no expense was spared on ensuring that this was the ideal mini-golf experience.
Of course it wasn't just the physical course that had to be perfect. There might be an expression that "you can't control the weather" but clearly those people weren't Cassandra, because she could. Countless drones were up in the air ensuring that the temperature and weather pattern today was perfect. Beyond that Cassandra had commissioned expertly a good number of clubs for both herself and Bette, though this was abnormal for mini-golf, and designed basic robotic caddies for the game. The facilities were made to include countless benches, a restaurant and a good number of bathrooms, all tailored to Cassandra's exact specifications. Absolutely everything with regards to the facilities would be perfect, approaching the platonic ideal of the greatest mini-golf experience.
Granted that wasn't the only preparations Cassandra had engaged in. This was still a date and naturally Cassandra intended to deliver on that front as well. Her body was already honed to not just a physical but also an aesthetic excellence, so naturally her sartorial selection was designed to further enhance things. Cassandra wasn't going to compromise winning in mini-golf with her choices but that didn't mean she couldn't emphasize her good qualities as well.
The black and gold collared polo shirt was tailored to cling tightly to her form, serving to highlight it as best as possible. It in no way restricted her breathing and motion and it left her arms bare to be flexed and posed as she pleased, ensuring that she'd be able to play optimally. At the same time Cassandra left enough buttons undone to show her collarbone, content to let her more feminine attributes be emphasized through the definition of the shirt and not through baring them to the world. She was going for attractive not tawdry and classless.
Of course the real highlight was with her glossy golden shorts. Cassandra rather liked her rear, and more importantly she knew that Bette liked it. As such if she wanted to win the date, she naturally had to emphasize her posterior in order to fully win over Bette. Years of dedicated training and diet had ensured that Cassandra managed to sculpt the ideal behind and so the shorts were naturally engineered and tailored to highlight that fact, clinging in such a way that emphasized the glory of Cassandra's rear. The shorts were Cassandra's ace in the hole for ensuring Bette was over the moon with this date and managed to thoroughly enjoy it.
Cassandra wore a pair of black and gold golf shoes in the style of sneakers, glossy and custom made for this very mini-golf date, and she rather liked the way her bare legs flowed between them and the shorts. Cassandra strutted before a mirror a few times before she was fully confident that she could fully achieve the effects she wanted to.
The outfit was completed with a pair of black synthetic leather golf gloves, to ensure optimal grip on the club. Cassandra tied back her hair into a ponytail and enjoyed watching herself as she tested how the outfit looked from multiple angles. It was a masterpiece and Cassandra knew that between her form and her attire, Bette would certainly recognize how beautiful and attractive Cassandra was and she didn't have to stoop to anything like a French maid outfit.
Cassandra finished her preparations and waited for Bette to arrive at the designated location. An automated limousine, complete with the finest amenities Cassandra could provide, ferried Cassandra's date to the Grand Golf Gauntlet. Cassandra was eagerly anticipating Bette's arrival, eager to prove the natural superiority of her date over Bette's.
As Bette stepped out of the limo, Cassandra was glad to see that her date had decided to make this a challenge, seeking to use her own attire to distract and fluster Cassandra. Cassandra was unshakeable but still she couldn't help but respect the move from Bette.
The yellow pleated skirt and the red halter neck top managed to emphasize Bette's assets but not in a classless manner. The swishing of the skirt would naturally draw the eye to the rear, especially when Bette swung with force. A similar tactic to what Cassandra had done with selecting the color of her shorts, and a tactic that wouldn't work, but one Cassandra couldn't deny had aesthetic appeal and was a smart move. Similarly the red halter neck top was form fitting enough that Cassandra could clearly see Bette's figure but only her shoulders were bared to the world. Interesting tactics.
The real interesting element was the white golf shoes and thigh high white socks. An attempt to emulate a schoolgirl uniform in the hopes that it might somehow distract Cassandra? Cassandra let out a grin. While she wouldn't deny enjoying the way her date dressed, it would take far more than mere allusion and suggestion to throw Cassandra off her game. Cassandra craved victory and as such had steeled herself for such tactics.
The white visor atop Bette's head indicated that she intended to take the mini-golf game seriously as well. Cassandra was glad, it wasn't fun if there wasn't a fight, even if Cassandra's victory was inevitable due to her inherent superiority. The conflict, the struggle and the back and forth, that was what Cassandra lived for and what made these dates so exciting.
Cassandra signaled for the robotic caddies to follow her as she sashayed over to Bette. Bette let out a confident grin, eager for the oncoming challenge.
"Cassie!" Bette exclaimed as she flicked back her golden tresses. Nobody else was allowed to call Cassandra by the diminutive 'Cassie', that was a privilege denoted solely to her date. "You really went all out on the mini-golf course"
"Of course" Cassandra responded "Only the best will do if I'm to prove I'm better at making dates, it'd be an insult to hold back when competing with you"
"Is that an acknowledgement of my capabilities, the great princess Luthor recognizes my talents?" Bette mocked, laying a hand against her chest, emphasizing the swell of her breast. Cassandra didn't miss a beat.
"I wouldn't agree to date you if I didn't think you could meet the minimum of my standards" Cassandra fired back confidently, jutting out a hip to emphasize her rear a bit. "But you're about to learn that there's a vast universe of difference between the floor of my expectations and the ceiling."
Bette only grinned even more, though Cassandra noted how her attention darted to where Cassandra had directed it. The shorts worked and Cassandra fully intended to ruthlessly exploit that.
"You talk a big game Cassie, just don't get too frustrated when I prove superior in dating and in mini-golf" The blonde bragged.
"My dear Bette, I always enjoy your fighting spirit and relish the chance to show you your place is beneath me" Cassandra rejoined before stepping forward and taking Bette's hand so that she could lead her to the first hole of the first course.
Cassandra enjoyed the interlocking of their fingers as she lead Bette in what would prove that Cassandra was superior at arranging and organizing dates. Of course Bette was wonderful in that she continued struggling in the face of Cassandra's superiority.
"I could hold hands and lead better than that" Bette claimed.
Cassandra bared her teeth in a grin as the date began perfectly. It was so on, Cassandra could easily prove superior in taking her partner's hand and leading them to a destination.
Raven
Raven didn't really have much time to date. Romantic entanglements were fine in theory and some deep dark part of herself she wouldn't admit to couldn't help but yearn for and appreciate the idea of romance, the reality was that Raven had other things to deal with. Frankly Raven was fine with that. She had friends and a future and that was more than enough for her.
Of course being friends with Jinx meant that things never got too dull.
"So Cass is on another date with Bette" Jinx stated "Which means I'm on overwatch duty, you want to tag along?"
Raven was a touch confused.
"Who's Bette?" Raven asked "And why exactly are you spying on this date?"
"Bette Kane is Cassandra's rich blonde rival turned girlfriend from Gotham. She's real, she somehow matches Cass's freak and they've been dating since Cass turned 16 or so" Jinx calmly fired back. "And I'm not spying on them, I'm providing overwatch."
Raven raised an eyebrow in response. Jinx rolled her eyes in response.
"I'm there to make sure that nobody takes any pictures of the happy couple to sell to the tabloids while they're off doing their thing"
That fully clarified things, though Raven still had a question.
"Why exactly are you inviting me to this?" Raven asked. Jinx shrugged.
"Cass's dates are incredibly weird and I wanted someone to keep me company while I did my job" Jinx answered back.
"How weird can Cassandra's dates be? I doubt she'd appreciate your insinuations, especially when she takes such steps to prevent others from casting judgement on her relationship." Raven retorted with a hint of incredulity.
Jinx scoffed in response.
"Rae, Cass is my best friend so believe me when I say her dates are weird" Jinx replied "The whole reason why she wants no pictures taken of her on this date is because she knows her dates are weird."
Raven still stood her ground, "They can't be that weird, you're clearly just exaggerating because you're bored and want me to tag along"
Jinx grinned and the albino witch's eyes lit up with glee as she realized that Raven was certain that Cassandra's dates weren't that strange. Raven knew Cassandra Luthor well enough, sure she was a little odd but she was a bit of a cold fish more than anything else and was far too composed and precise to get carried away when dating someone else.
"I'll buy you any book you want if you tag along with me in providing security and you're not weirded out by things."
Raven contemplated the offer for a moment. Sure she'd be wasting a Saturday but magic tomes were expensive and Jinx's offer to pay for a new grimoire was not one that came lightly. All Raven had to do was not get surprised by whatever nonsense Jinx was clearly exaggerating about here.
And so the day of the mini-golf date, Raven joined Jinx in sitting on a bench observing Cassandra interact with her date. They'd already scanned and patrolled the grounds and Jinx was keeping an eye on various drone feeds to ensure that no one else approached. The weather controlling drones ensured that it was a beautiful sunny day, and so far nothing had seemed to out of the ordinary.
Cassandra's attire was unusual for her, but most people dressed to impress their partner during a date, that was hardly strange. When Cassandra's pretty blonde girlfriend arrived for the date, Raven was absolutely certain that she was going to win that bet.
Then as the two walked towards the first course while holding hands, they abruptly stopped. Jinx perked up as she realized what was happening and began to narrate what was unfolding before Raven's eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Ravens who are here with me during this gig, prepare to feast your eyes on a handholding match the likes of which you've never seen before" Jinx snidely announced.
"Blonde Bette provides the opening move as she goes for a full handhold. Will she get all five fingers? Yes she will and she couples that with a tug to pull her opponent closer to her." Jinx continued "But Bette better watch out as that crafty Cassandra counters with her a solid set of pinky links. Will less prove to be more or will Cassandra win out the day?"
Raven did her best not to let the confusion show as she realized that apparently Cassandra and her girlfriend were competing over holding hands.
"Bette hasn't thrown in the towel just yet as she comes up with her own counter to Cassandra's move. Girlfriend Kane wraps her arms around Cassandra's and leans into her shoulder, hoping the increased physical intimacy will allow her to steer her opponent into losing this match" Jinx continued to faux-announce. "But Cassandra escalates right back wrapping an arm around Bette's should and going for the unconventional move of holding Bette's right hand with her right. And in case that wasn't enough Cassandra proves that she's feeling bold today as she deliberately positions Bette to cop a feel of her butt."
Raven was weirded out but it was more due to Jinx's commentary than anything else.
"Your whole wrestling match announcer bit is weirder than what their doing." Raven interjected. "Do you seriously do that every time you get dragged to something like this?"
Jinx just grinned in response.
"No but it keeps me from getting bored and helps me win the bet by freaking you out." Jinx answered "And this was only the prelude to how weird it is going to get."
Cassandra Luthor
Cassandra was quite satisfied with the way things were going. Everything was proceeding according to plan and Cassandra was dominating in mini-golf on top of that. Initially they'd started off fairly even, each of them effortlessly nailing hole in ones, but as the dimensionality and obstacles escalated and they shifted solely to making one handed swings in less than five second of observing the course, Cassandra ended up pulling ahead. Bette still put up a valiant fight, it wouldn't do to make Cassandra's victory too easy, but she frankly couldn't keep up when the courses reached their maximum difficulty. Cassandra was more than a little pleased that it looked like today she'd be winning twice over.
"Cass" Bette called out "Would you mind helping me with my swing here? Ever since the giant brontosaurus I haven't quite been able to keep up"
Cassandra didn't let it show but the comment irked her. First of all, that dinosaur was clearly a diplodocus, not a brontosaurus, and she was halfway certain that Bette knew that. Secondly it wasn't like Bette to give up so easily. When Cassandra read her date's body language it read out as that she was feigning weakness and was feeling smug. Surely this was some kind of trap but Cassandra couldn't quite make out the angle just yet.
Still when dealing with a trap, if you couldn't figure it out, sometimes it was best to spring it to let the opponent exhaust their options and believe they had truly outsmarted you. As such Cassandra moved to assist Bette with her swing.
They had reached the superhero themed course and this current hole involved Ultraviolet producing a wide variety of construct walls, which whirled around the hole to prevented easy shots, and a false construct labyrinth. Cassandra had easily cleared it in two strokes but Bette had yet to take her first.
As she approached Bette continued to radiate confidence as Cassandra moved to help her. Initially Cassandra was fairly straightforward in her assistance, attempting to provide her date with easily replicable advice, but when Cassandra moved to assist Bette with her stance, that's when the blonde sprung her trap.
Cassandra had been standing behind Bette, attempting to reposition her arms in order to optimize her swing when Bette stuck her rear out and grinded it against Cassandra. Cassandra wouldn't deny that the move turned her on but she refused to be distracted.
Still it was a clever ploy from Bette. Cassandra's date had clearly realized she couldn't defeat Cassandra in mini-golf and so she'd decide to increase her efforts in the field of flirting in order to score a victory there. How very devious and tactical. Cassandra grinned. In addition to that the positioning had ensured that Cassandra couldn't use her own rear, negating a natural advantage Cassandra had while also making use of the skirts swishiness to have a more lasting impact later down the line. Still Cassandra had moves available to her.
Cassandra deliberately stepped in close to Bette and wrapped her arms around her, ostensibly to help her position herself and perform a better swing, but in reality to mimic an embrace in order to turn the tables on Bette. Beyond that she deliberately pressed her breasts against Bette's back, hoping to take advantage of the positioning in the same way Bette had with regards to posteriors. Now was the time to go on the offense.
"You need to establish a caress along the shaft, not so tight that the you're crushing it, but with enough firmness to apply just the right amount of... pressure" Cassandra purred, deliberately trying to get a rise out of Bette as her hot breath tickled her date's neck. "Once you've got everything lined up you need to keep your eyes on the course in front of you. Soak in every last exquisite detail and act upon your desires"
Cassandra enjoyed being able to do this to Bette and she wasn't about to relent anytime soon.
"From there you shift your weight back, rotating your hips and torso back to build up the power, before snapping forward and following through with a well paced strike" Cassandra continued "The vast majority of the rotational force will come from your hips so you'll want to make use of them"
Cassandra guided Bette through the swing, striking the ball such that it turned into a bright white blur that wove through the various obstacles and landed in the hole.
Cassandra let go of her date and moved back, eager to engage in the next round of sparring. She'd made sure to jut out her hip ever so slightly to emphasize her own assets knowing she'd thoroughly defeated Bette's ploy. The ball was in Bette's court so to speak.
"I can do better" Bette calmly stated.
Cassandra was somewhat confused, the whole point of Bette's last play had been to feign accepting inferiority, this ran somewhat counter to that. The reading of Bette's body revealed that the other girl was radiating arousal. That was to be expected from Cassandra's last play, but it didn't narrow down what Bette was about to do.
Then Cassandra spotted it. Bette's muscles coiled as she prepared to step forward and grab the lapels of Cassandra's polo. Cassandra could effortlessly block the move but she trusted Bette and was quite interested to see where this would go. The game was still ongoing.
Bette stepped forwards and grabbed Cassandra by her shirt's lapels and then pulled her forwards.
"I'll give you something to think about the next time to contemplate the next time you think about my form" Bette whispered seductively before pulling in Cassandra for a kiss. As their lips came in contact, Cassandra enjoyed the moment. It wouldn't be a date with Bette if there wasn't some new angle of attack and a new way to spar with one another, growing ever sharper as Cassandra slowly but surely asserted her superiority. Only Bette could challenge her this way.
They separated and took a moment to catch their breaths. Cassandra let out a throaty growl, which seemed to cause a slight spike in arousal in Bette as she picked up that Cassandra wouldn't back down from this challenge either. After all Cassandra could do better.
Raven
The entire mini-golf setup was excessive to the extreme. Raven didn't exactly consider herself an expert on the activity but something about how Cassandra and Bette were effortlessly navigating what was probably the most overdesigned mini-golf course ever made the whole thing seem farcical. Still things weren't too weird yet.
Raven kept glancing at Jinx, trying to see if the other girl was nervous about losing the bet, but the other girl was content to just check her phone for drone footage to make sure no one was getting near the perimeter and occasionally to provide some color commentary on the game. Jinx seemed a little too calm all things considered.
Raven had felt somewhat confident she'd win the bet until the couple reached the seventeenth hole of the sixteenth course. That was when Cassandra and Bette threw her for a loop.
Raven didn't know what to make of it when the blonde girl physically grabbed Cassandra by her shirt, and so she asked Jinx if they needed to step in to help Cassandra. Jinx responded by answering that they'd be fine letting things play out.
"This is all just part of the date" Jinx replied "They're just having fun competing over something"
Raven was not at all assuaged by this as she saw Cassandra tackle Bette to the ground and the pair began rolling around on the mini-golf course.
"Are you sure?" Raven asked "That doesn't look like a very friendly competition"
Jinx snickered
"Oh it's 'friendly' all right" Jinx tittered "Just not the kind of friendly me and you would go for if you catch my drift"
It took Raven a moment to put it all together but when she did she was stunned. Apparently the two of them were making out so aggressively and competitively that it had looked like fighting at first to Raven. Of course because Jinx wanted to really rub in the weirdness, she returned back to the color commentary.
"And there goes with Cassandra with a devastating pin as she straddles the opposition before going in. She's made contact and is going in for a three count, but lo and behold Bette gets loose and turns the tables but before being able to shake things off Cassandra pulls her right back down for another engagement"
Raven shook her head and tried to block it out, she was going to win this bet.
"And in this latest tumble, Bette has been unvisored but this has only increased her motivation and determination as she seeks to hold Cassandra down and have her way with her"
Raven just had to block out the noise and the sights. She really regretted not having brought a book.
Far, far too much time passed before things ended and Jinx let up on the commentary, though she did need to get in one last comment, implying that this was the reason that Cassandra didn't want photographs of her dates, because that sort of aggressive making out was apparently normal for her dates.
Cassandra and Bette had gotten back up and apparently decided to head over to Jinx and Raven. They'd both fixed their appearances and done their best to make it seem like they hadn't spent the past few minutes rolling around on the ground and pawing at each other. It worked surprisingly well all things considered.
They were clearly still bantering but Raven didn't get to make out too much of what they said till they got closer.
"... and that is why I am the superior kisser" Cassandra insisted as she got close enough that Raven could hear her. Raven had a sinking feeling that the weirdness wasn't over and she might not be getting that book after all.
"Please I did way better" Bette said as she flipped her hair back "you're all aggressiveness and no tenderness"
Raven found both of them weirdly aggressive but she wasn't going to jump on that landmine.
"It's not my fault you can't recognize technique when it literally hits you in the face."
No instead it was Cassandra who was going to do that, albeit in a really different way
"Is that what we're calling tongue now?" Bette glibly responded which only caused Cassandra to respond with sarcasm right back
"No that's what we're calling engagement and interaction, your partner should make you feel their passion." Cassandra smugly rejoined "You certainly liked mine"
Raven really, really didn't need to hear this.
"I still think I did better despite all your 'engagement and interaction'" Bette responded "Sometimes it takes a bit of softness rather than full-on aggression"
Raven had thought the two had reached the apex of the weirdness they'd engage in but clearly she underestimated the power of whatever the heck was off with those two.
"Clearly we need an objective third party, darling, otherwise you'd never concede defeat." Cassandra pivoted, vaguely gesturing at Raven and Jinx
"I'm all for getting a third party to objectively conclude things, just don't get too mad when I win princess." Bette concurred
Raven really, really, really, hoped this wasn't going to go where she thought it was. Jinx of course was no help, the other girl looking on with sardonic delight as she realized what was going on.
"Raven get over here we need an objective third party to evaluate our kissing." Cassandra imperiously commanded.
Apparently the universe never failed to disappoint in weirdness
"What the fuck?" Raven blurted out in confusion due to the fact that she was not expecting to be propositioned. She did not volunteer for this.
"Yeah that's a thing they do sometimes." Jinx smugly stated, certain that Raven had lost the bet at this point.
Raven let out a strangled noise of confusion at what was going on. Why were they treating it like this was a totally regular thing to do?
"I don't know why you're so confused Raven, we need to settle a competition so we're bringing in an outside source to evaluate who the winner is." Cassandra clarified, doing nothing to dispel how weird Raven felt about what was going on. The casualness with which she went about doing this only further served to confuse Raven.
"Bette are you okay with this?" Raven asked, hoping that maybe Cassandra's girlfriend would be sane enough to realize why casually inviting a third party to 'judge their kissing skills' while their date watched was really, really weird.
"Of course I am." Bette calmly stated, immediately dashing Raven's hopes that this was just Cassandra being weird and not the both of them "A competition is a competition and I'm going to win. If me and Cass need to take turns making out with you in order to come to a conclusion then it's only natural that we do so."
Raven didn't know what to say
"I... what am I even supposed to...?" Raven stumbled over her words as she attempted to get her brain in order to process what was going on anymore.
"Your call on if you want to do it or not." Jinx jumped in, clearly not intending to actually help and instead savoring the fact that apparently she'd proved Raven wrong "Personally I wouldn't recommend too much, they like to try and innovate."
Raven just looked at Jinx with bafflement, confused as to what the heck that was supposed to mean. Had Jinx just confessed to getting involved with their 'innovations'? Apparently Raven's incredulous stare had some effect on Jinx as the other girl moved to respond.
"I didn't make out with them but last time they had a date, they competed over who was better at seductively feeding someone chocolate." Jinx confessed "I was sick after that date."
And now Raven was immensely concerned and weirded out again.
"Your evaluation was greatly appreciated Jinx," Cassandra said, surprisingly openly and honestly "I appreciate that you were willing to step in and assist even if it caused you to fall ill."
Raven had questions and she didn't know if she wanted the answers. Some things were just better off not being known.
"I still contend that the conclusion was invalid because as your best friend she's biased, I was clearly better." Bette interjected which in turn caused case to respond.
"Hence why we're asking Raven this time, so that you can learn to more gracefully accept defeat."
The blonde casually snaked an arm around Cassandra's shoulder before continuing on
"Fair enough. Raven, do you accept acting as the judge for this or not? We don't have all day so we need an answer now." Bette concluded.
"No, I'm not making out with you two!" Raven loudly denied. Why was this even a thing she needed to say to them?
"Disappointing." Cassandra groused before ignoring all of what came before and turning to her girlfriend once again. "Bette would Kori be a successful substitute?"
Bette shrugged "She's acceptable but not ideal. We need to find someone truly unbiased who could keep their mouth shut sometime soon"
And with that the two of them once more interlocked arms and walked back out to the golf course, seemingly interested in going back to their game like nothing had happened now that they'd figured out how to resolve their dispute.
Raven was stunned. Jinx had won the bet but that didn't mean Raven wasn't still confused.
"What did I just witness?" Raven asked as she turned to face her friend. Jinx shrugged, seemingly unconcerned and unbothered by what had just gone down.
"The wild dating habits of Cassandra Luthor" Jinx responded. "I didn't want you to doubt me when I said that it's really weird"
Fair enough, Raven had been wrong and Jinx's description of the way Cassandra and Bette dated as just 'weird' arguably undersold just how strange it got. Of course Jinx wasn't content letting things lie there.
"It gets weirder sometimes," Jinx said "Wait until one of them gets the bright idea to involve the suspension bridge effect, that's when shit gets crazy."
Raven was never volunteering for this sort of thing ever again.
