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It was a crazy theory, Clark knew, but he figured if one… a human could sunburn more quickly in the water, the water intensified the sun’s rays.
I have no idea about this one but do you only get sunburn faster on the parts that actually stick out of the water or all over?
Therefore, in theory, swimming in the sun’s fading evening sky would increase its healing powers. He did feel better, but still not himself.
What we will tell Lois...:
Playing water games with a bunch of barely-clothes pool-bunnies might do that to a man in the prime of his virility.
Apparently, they both suspected it was Lois. Clark more hoped than suspected. She had said that she wouldn’t call until the next day.
And it’s now 1 minute past midnight on the East Coast?
The more comfortable Clark was talking to her over the phone, the more relaxed he would be once they were back together in person.
But won’t seeing her just make him think back of seeing her fornicating with the devil?
“Better. Let’s get back to swimming. What did you wear?” she asked.
“Oh?” he murmured, tensing.
“Oh, what?”
He hesitated a moment, and then went with the truth instead of evasion. “It’s one of those kind of calls,” he said, leaning against the headboard.
He tried to say the words lightly, so she wouldn’t know how uncomfortable he was with the idea of a sexy phone call.
Because of all the NIA monitoring equipment?
“Orange?” He could hear her skepticism.
He coughed. “It was a choice between bright orange and bright green, and well…”
/scratches head/ Is that…Aqua Man?
“I’ve felt better. Most of my aches are gone. I was able to sleep some on the plane,” he said.
Did he intake copious amounts of liquid courage to accomplish that feat?
“Are you worried?”
“About?” he questioned.
“About sleeping with Jimmy?” she returned.
In case the Big House had changed the young man?
“There are two beds in this room, Lois,” he said, trying to keep the exasperation out of his tone. “I’m not sleeping with anyone tonight.”
Interesting how he feels the need to emphasize that he also won’t be seeking other *female* companionship for the night.
When Lois didn’t answer his question, he thought about it himself. What would she think he looked like wet? Bare chest, shorts clinging to his legs, his hair slicked back, no glasses… Oh!
“I wore swim goggles,” Clark said,
Also, can you imagine this conversation if Lois hadn’t yet known?
After wearing that full body suit under his clothes for the most part of the last two years, it felt strange going outside in just trunks.
So, he’s an exhibitionist who prefers to wear clothes?
“Oh?” he said, wondering if she had meant it to sound suggestive. He felt his face warm as that gave him something new to think about.
Like how maybe Lois and Lex went skinny-dipping in his whirlpool above the skyline of Metropolis?
CLARK:
about his true past, the curse,
Hmm…I think we probably had this one before, a couple of years ago, but if Clark and Carlos share enough of a soul to confuse the curse, maybe the curse would claim Carlos instead of Clark and then the soul of the local Clark could be reborn as Lois and Alt-Clark’s baby boy?
He ground his teeth together in annoyance. Then, again, he wasn’t too happy about some things either. He decided that he should lead with the way she kept running over him as if he was her invulnerable doormat.
So, he likes to keep things spicy?
He would have to come up with a better way to phrase that,
How about ‘Stop it, Lois! I’m *not* your invulnerable doormat you can just walk all over!’?
He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Lois, but only if she could treat him with respect and as her equal.
Like Superman does with his favorite rescue victim?
He hadn’t moved to this dimension to find a replacement for Lana.
No, a replacement for Lois.
“Why not? I have one of those red swimsuits the lifeguards wear on that Baywatch show.
“There’s only you, Lois.”
“Nice save, but it didn’t answer my question.”
“Any reason I’m getting the third degree here?” he asked.
“Hmm. More aversion. Not a good sign,” she replied, avoiding his question as well.
He had finally won two dollars, but had nobody with whom to celebrate.
That he lost 30% of his money?
Ralph had stated outright that Mad Dog Lane must’ve castrated him.
Well…that’s entirely his own fault. He was the one gallivanting around with the Cat and its customary to neuter certain pets so they don’t leave their markings on the furniture etc.
LEX: Like mad dogs?
but – come on – Jimmy wasn’t an idiot and he wasn’t blind. He had seen Cat Grant begging CK for months to hook up again after their tryst, but once CK had dated Lois, it was as if he had lost interest in all other women. It wasn’t natural.
So, Jimmy *is* blind and Clark’s gay and neutered?
Even after Lois had dumped CK over some story or argument he wouldn’t back down from last summer
That’s when Clark objected to Lois taking on Lex as a john, wasn’t it?
True, after spending months locked up, Jimmy looked sallow and sickly compared to CK’s naturally tanned bones,
I thought it was customary for inmates to beef up and get pen tattoos?
He had just abdicated this throne.
And does that make Jimmy the Hand of the King?
“Hey, handsome,” a feminine voice said. “You wanna buy a drink?”
“I’m just…” he started to say, turning to look at the woman, but his brain fizzled.
She was petite and had a long, thick, dirt-water blonde hair, which she had tied up loosely behind her head.
/scratches head/ I’ve heard to don’t approve of hookers inside the Vegas city limits, or hotels for that matter, so…
Tendrils of her hair had fallen out of her clip and were brushing her neck, giving her the appearance of someone who had just rolled out of bed.
Busy night?
who stole your heart and wanted yours in return
/scratches head/ she’s taking his heart twice?
She held a tray in her other hand and wore an apron. She was a waitress.
Oops?
Well, that was better than a hooker, right?
I recommend he refrain from mentioning that one out loud.
CLARK with Green Eyes:
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The last time I told Lois that I thought she’s a hooker, it didn’t end so well.
“No, my buddy. He’s up in the room talking to his girlfriend back home. He’s…” Jimmy paused.
“Whipped?” she filled in, her lips curling up on the corner of her mouth.
Awww…young love. Soul mates.
“Oh, she’s one of those,” the woman said, frowning.
Jimmy had no idea what she meant. “One of what?”
“Those women who flirt with a pair of best friends only to leave one of them high and dry.
And the other kind is the type that flirts with both and then sneaks around with one of the friends while officially dating the other?
I can’t tell you how many sets of best friends she has broken up.
It’s like with a wishing bone?
Comma?
“Well, I’ve noticed that with guy friends, there’s one moody one and one nice one, and you said CK was the nice one, so…”
So, Robin’s the nice one?
Broke ex-con?
What was he? He couldn’t even remember his name. “Sweet,” he croaked.
“I once covered a convention there,”
Ethics in politics?
“But I never made it into the pool. So, you must tell me all about it when you return.”
She and Claude never made it out of the room?
“My mom’s forgiven my dad, and he’s there watching her and not me. ‘Go home and sleep, Princess. I’ll take care of your mom,’ he told me. ‘You’ve had a long week,’ my mom said. They didn’t want me there. They don’t need me.”
So, Lois’d rather be there when her parents get reacquainted in the next room?
I’ve worked you to the bone,
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You made me feel safe,” she yelled.
“Why don’t you feel safe, Lois?” he asked.
Damn his reporter’s instincts. “Don’t put words into my mouth, Kent.”
He was her anchor. He kept her grounded. Without him, she felt adrift.
She heard him sniffle. “Do… Do you really feel that way about me, too?”
Aww…Lois thinks that Clark’s holding her down and Clark thinks she’s his old ball and chain.
His Mad Dog House?
Unfortunately, he couldn’t even hear the people in the next room or x-ray into the bathroom. He had never felt so useless.
Dr. Friskin: So, Superman, you like watching other people using their bathrooms?
The singer might be called a handsome woman, but even at his most polite, Clark wouldn’t have called her ‘beautiful.’
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“Between you and me, they have space on Sunday nights; they’re just snooty about everyone needing reservations.”
Maybe if Clark came down in just his red swim trunks?
“Kung-Pow! specializes in spicy Asian cuisine, but it’ll be closing at ten.” She shook her head as if suggesting for them not to even try it.
Is it the Vegan version of Ralph’s Pagoda?
“We also have a Fudge Castle if you’re in the mood for chocolate dipped in chocolate rolled in chocolate with chocolate sauce.
They’re open until midnight.”
LOIS
Jimmy shook his head. “CK doesn’t like chocolate.” He elbowed Clark. “You might want to pick up something for Lois there though.”
Clark’s brow furrowed. “There’s a Fudge Castle in Metropolis.”
The waitress laughed. “Jimmy, you might want to explain to your buddy about it being a sin to return empty handed to his girlfriend.”
So, get a gift bag from the Vegan place but by the chocolate locally?
“Lois doesn’t expect me to bring her anything,” Clark said. Lois only wanted him, and he was planning on giving her that. Well, within reason, of course.
And he doesn’t think she’ll want chocolate after he explains to her that ‘no, nookie is not on the menu’?
“Now look what you’ve done, CK. She doesn’t have another reason to come back here,” Jimmy hissed,
“No, literally. Zap, zowie, you’re gone and you’re gone for good,” Jimmy said, taking another bite of his food.
He’s not the most observant one, is he?
PERRY: Why do you think I never had him be a front runner on my reporting team?
“She is,” Jimmy said, and sighed. “I’d give anything to have what you have.”
This was new. Clark raised a brow. “Whip marks?”
Clark couldn’t resist returning the jab Jimmy had been giving him all day. “You have Jimbo,” he teased.
Awww…the Dynamic Duo!
“You’re only twenty-one,” Clark reminded him. “You have time.”
“Twenty-two, as of last month,” Jimmy murmured.
If you count in months, you’re still a boy.
If I died, who would be around to notice?”
“We’d miss you, Jimmy,” Clark said.
On the other hand, Jimbo would still be there to pick up the slack.
Jimmy looked up as Jenny headed back into the casino to walk the floor, looking for customers. “There has to be more to life.”
Like trying to get a Vegan pregnant?
Hmmmm. I wonder what Clark's going to buy Lois as a 'I went out of town and left you behind' gift.
Maybe a photo of himself and a lifesized Superman cardboard cutout?
Michael
