#look sometimes you just need to drink a little and unwind with your mortal enemy turned best friend it's fine

[catrasredemption-moved]

Prompt: Catra and Glimmer having a nice day

Catra and Glimmer don’t see each other all day. It’s great. The end. ****************** Okay, okay XD

(this is like... 5 years in the future) ******************

“That’s it! I’m done!”

Catra looked up, bleary eyed, from her paperwork, and watched Glimmer teleport away.

“Great,” she said to no one in particular, signing off on another form. Glimmer reappeared with two glasses and a bottle. Catra raised an eyebrow. “Day off?”

“I’m so tired of paperwork.” Glimmer collapsed back into her seat, pouring a glass for herself, and a glass for Catra. “I feel like all we’ve done since the war ended is paperwork.”

“I think we’ve been to space once or twice too.” Catra took the glass, downing half of it in one sip.

“I'm going to be defeated by paperwork.” Glimmer flexed her fingers, sipping her drink. “My fingers are going to fall off.”

“Did I tell you about the time Shadow Weaver broke all five of the fingers on my right hand?”

“It sounds familiar.” Glimmer frowned, tilting her head. “Were we drinking?”

“Probably.” Catra told most of her terrible childhood stories when she was drunk. “Anyway, if I can get through signing a million things, so can you.”

“Do you ever think about if you could time travel? Would you go back in time and punch her?”

“Absolutely,” Catra said without hesitation. “Her, and then myself around twenty years old.”

“What happened when you were - wait. Right.” Glimmer took another sip. “That feels like a million years ago.”

“That’s how long we’ve been signing things, right?”

Glimmer giggled. “Pretty much, yeah. Okay, okay, no more past and no more paperwork."

“What else do we have to talk about?”

“We’ve been friends for a million years!” Glimmer threw her arms up. “We have other things to talk about!”

“No, the war was a million years ago. We’ve been friends for like six months.”

“Okay, that’s definitely not right. You’re screwing with me.”

“Maybe.” Catra hid her smirk behind her glass. “You’ll never know.”

They sit in a comfortable silence for a bit, enjoying their drinks and a chance to look at anything but words on paper. “Adora and I are talking about kids,” Catra said suddenly, at exactly the wrong moment. Glimmer was mid-sip; she inhaled and choked, coughing for a minute when the drink went down the wrong way.

“Really?” she managed to wheeze after a moment, hitting her chest a few times.

“Yeah.” Catra wasn’t at all worried about her friend’s plight. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea.”

Glimmer coughed a couple more times to clear her throat, finally saying, “Why?”

“I mean, you know me.”

Glimmer expected more, but probably shouldn’t have been surprised when she didn’t any. “Yeeeeeah,” she said slowly. “I’ve known you for awhile now.”

“So you know I’d probably be like, the worst mom ever. I can’t even function without stupid potions fixing my brain.” She threw back the rest of her drink and poured another. “I’d probably fuck the kid up.”

How strong was this stuff? Glimmer was already starting to feel a little bleary. Nope, didn’t matter. She stood, walking around to her adviser’s desk and wrapping Catra in a tight hug.

“Oof! Come on, Sparkles-”

“You wouldn’t be terrible. You know how I know that?”

“How?”

“Because terrible people don’t wonder if they’re terrible.” Glimmer pulled back to meet her gaze, smiling. “All you worry about is being good enough for people, and even when you are good enough, you still try harder.” She paused, then added, “Besides, you and Adora would totally compete to see who the best mom would be.”

Catra held her gaze for a moment before she started laughing. “I am so not drunk enough for this conversation.”

“Same! Let’s fix that.”

They clinked their glasses together and drank. “Hey, Sparkles?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. And don’t tell Adora I told you.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.” ----------------------------

“Hey, Adora!”

The woman looked over her shoulder to see Bow jogging down the hall. “Have you seen Glimmer? She’s late for dinner.”

Adora groaned, resting her face in her hand. “No. And I haven’t seen Catra, either.”

“Hoo boy.” Bow rubbed the back of his head. They walked to Glimmer’s office together; laughter echoed through the closed door.

“So we’re like up, sixty feet up,” Catra was saying when Bow and Adora peeked in. “And Adora just freezes while I’m sitting up there waiting for her-”

Glimmer was squealing. “Poor baby Adora!”

Adora rolled her eyes and turned to walk away. “Let them drink.”