It's not the money, really, it's knowing that she's going to have him all to herself for at least two hours. Hours! Hours alone with Superman. God, what I wouldn't give just to have five minutes of his undivided attention.
Oh, the irony of that was just so painful. You did a wonderful job of making Lois a believable drunk without making her a caricature. (It took me five tries to spell that word right. Sheesh.) And she's such a sympathetic character here. Very nice.
Oooh! And then you came back around to it:
"What would you say to him? If you could have him alone for a few minutes?" Clark leans back against my door frame and crosses his arms as he waits for me to answer.
I love that she gives him the right answer, one that makes him understand that her obsession with Superman isn't entirely superficial. And Clark knows she's probably too drunk to dissemble, so he believes her... and WAFFY hopefulness ensues
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Lovely, Sue!
Caroline
