Hi Saras!
And their banter had turned to flirting and the flirting had been beyond exhilarating.
awwwww
, and then out of the corner of her eye she spotted Clarkās hot dog clutched in his hand. Onions. Relish.
See? See? /Eyes previous FDK/ well, the Saras did see
Once out of visual range, she searched through her clutch and was relieved to see sheād thought to bring her breath mints after all
and she couldnāt even bring herself to tell him she didnāt actually like the band heād paid so much for them to see.
Yeah! Hey, and he canāt bring himself to tell her that he likes to dress in tights.
As it was, what kind of foundation did they hope to build if their first date was built around Lois lying to him?
CLARK: ummmmmmā¦
mosh pit. She tried hard to picture him throwing himself at other people with the sole intent on smashing his body into theirs and it caused a giggle to bubble up inside of her.
She knew heād gone out of his way to get good seats, but they were awfully close for her poor ears.
Yes, he waited for the last minute so he could buy them at a premium. Alsoā¦
He said something to her, though she couldnāt hear it over the din.
It was either āIām Supermanā or āI have super funā.
she found herself distracted by the rest of their set as she leaned into Clarkās body, and he wrapped his arm around her, rubbing her arm ever so softly with his thumb
Their own personal mosh pit!
Surely Clark wouldnāt be quite so fixated on her once his favourite act took the stage.
It suddenly occurred to her that sheād had quite a lot of liquids, and that if she wanted to use the restroom before the main act began, now was the time.
She was never at a big event like that, was she?
āIām going toā¦ā she gestured to the door, hoping he understood. For some reason she didnāt want to say āI have to peeā to her partner. What was wrong with her? He nodded, thankfully sparing her the embarrassment, and she told him she would be back in a few moments.
And thatās how Clark learned that Loisās favorite activity is investigating large scale operations for backroom dealings.
Thankfully, she had brought it with her in her clutch and she took a moment or so to re-apply it. Pearl Jam could wait.
Best make them kissable?
She wandered forward trying to get a better look, but with the music so loud and the venue so dark, she had no idea where she was. She decided to turn around and head back out again, when suddenly someone slammed into her, knocking her to the ground hard.
And this would be the obligatory gun runners.
Fear shot through her as she realised she had somehow managed to stumble into the mosh pit.
Clark will think that was intentional!
Clark making his way to her, a determined look on his face.
He couldnāt have heards her heartbeat over that noise, could he?
āYouāreā¦youāre bleeding!ā he said, touching her chin. āAre you sure youāre okay? Maybe we can find a first aid kit orāā
She got banged up worse by the gun running rebels in the Congo. Almost didnāt make it out alive, in fact!
She liked being able to look at Clark. She liked being able to hear Clark when he spoke to her,
āYouād rather not get thrown out of a plane on our next date,ā he said, somewhat flustered but with a tone that told her he was very much enjoying her touch. āGot it. No planes.ā
Laterā¦
CLARK: Jimmy, x-nay on the parachute-nay.
Feeling a little bolder, she reached up and pressed her hand to his chest, running it gently down the broad planes of his abdomen. He gave a sharp intake of breath, letting her know that sheād had the desired effect. She smiled.
Good thing theyāre doing it this way around and that Lois has stopped where she did, otherwise thereād also be desire affected.
she allowed herself to say what sheād been thinking all evening. āI donāt want to go back in.ā
Oooooohhhhh!
āI donāt like Pearl Jam. I mean, I really donāt like them. I only agreed to go to see this concert because you wanted to go so badly and I wanted to go out on a date with you.
Oh no! Had she ruined their entire night?
No. In fact he's going to explain to her that he can't be friends or possibly even close coworkers with someone who doesn't appreciate the melodious range and intricate details of their songs.
pressing her body against him once more in what was supposed to be an innocent hug.
Yeah, no, not innocent. Though itās a good thing Clarkās not wearing a kilt to the outing.
LILā PULITZER: Mom! Dad! Are you telling me I was made at a Pearl Jam concert? Gaaaaah, thatās so embarrassing! /rushes off to room and slams door/
āI know a good place around the corner,ā he started to say. She interrupted him by placing her finger against his lips.
Heās not living around the corner, is he?
He stilled immediately and she felt herself smile mischievously.
āWanna come back to my place for coffee?ā
That had soundedā¦really forward, suggestive. Especially because that flirty tone had somehow turned sultry.
Yep, sounds like sheās inviting him in for ācoffeeā
. āI meanā¦I meant, like, actual coffeeā¦ā
This keeps being entertaining? When does the quality drop? /eyes part count/ Oh, I see. Part 11 may present a steep decline in quality
Michael
