She had changed into an evening gown that hugged her curves, skintight to her hips, but then falling to the floor in waves.
The one from IGACOY?
Deep maroon in color with shimmery beads zigzagging every which way across her body.
Okay, not. So, is it from the show?
There was no way she would ever fade into the background looking like that.
He could always to a Chippendale number. Or whisk her away in the blink of an eye. Or publicly transform into Superman. Or do a slow transformation and combine it with a Chippendale number after whisking Lois away? Of course, *then* she'd be slightly ticked off that he removed her before the show, thus denying her the fun of watching.
How did he end up being the luckiest man on the planet – he would even venture – in the universe, having met Lois?
Now, is it solar system/galaxy/universe/dimension or solar system/galaxy/dimension/universe?
There were a thousand places he could think of where he would rather be at that moment. All of them included Lois; none of them were where he was or what he was supposed to be doing.
Rather elaborate. I'd have thought just one place, so long it's his ... okay... Lois's... hmm... parents are at work, so, his bedroom.
“Okay, baby cakes,” he told Lois.
Last words?
“Don’t you think that glass is full enough?”
Oops?
“I take it Lois has arrived?” his Dad said, scanning Luthor’s great hall.
Clark really needs to work on his tells. Otherwise, he'll never win at poker with Lois.
Jonathan turned away from Lois and focused his eyes onto his son’s, lowering his voice, “Your feet on the floor?”
He should take to wearing sucker-studded shoes. Or velcro, if he's on carpet.
“I take it we won’t be seeing you at home later tonight, Clark?”
but I did sort of expect Lois returning the favor to Johnny's cheek.
Jimmy needs a nick-name? Any ideas? Squirt? Nah. Jimbo? Her inner voice sighed. I guess that will have to do.
“Whoa, Man,” Jimmy said coming up to the bar, waving his hand in front of his face. “I knew you were on break, CK. I didn’t know it was a smoke break.”
For one hour? Sounds more like he smoked a magic cigarette.
“Good luck with that woman, CK. She’s high maintenance.”
He likes them that way. It's like with British sports cars. Or was it Ferraris? Lot's of fun for boys, but high maintenance.
This woman was too seductive to be let out in public.
Maybe he should lock her up first and then tell her why?
Clark laughed softly to himself. He was a four-alarm fire?
Be one. Cause one. Same difference.
“I can’t wait until after the party,” he murmured, bumping lightly against her side.
Lois playfully elbowed him as she blushed. “Clark!”
Oh, good, she understood your meaning.
And she *does* seem over the two strikes. Until strike #3.
"Yes, Lex. A good friend,” Lois replied carefully.
Uuuuuuuh...
“I wanted to ask where I should have my driver pick you up for our date?” whispered Luthor as his hand touched her arm.
Date?
Headline: "Reclusive billionaire spontaneously combusted during own party"
Clark felt like he had lost his powers and had been punched in the stomach. It wasn’t an interview. It was a date!
I kind of *don't* feel sorry for Mr. Two-Strikes.
You made this mess, Lois. It all started with that first lie – that white lie you told to shelter Clark.
Oooooh, sound familiar?
Clark isn’t listening? He still looks like you kicked him in the crotch. Oh, Clark. Why do you listen to things you shouldn’t and not listen when you should?
Because he's preoccupied with green stones in the form of a Lois-shaped body?
“I wonder,” Lex had coaxed, his words seeming slicker than they had earlier this evening after his dismissal of Clark. “Do you do requests?”
Costs extra, sugar. Another grand for a normal special stuff and three grand for extra special stuff.
“That was our last set,” she told Lex, indicating the band packing up with a nod of her head.
Slick!
“Boys,” Lex said, turning to them with a slight clap of his hands. “Do you think you could favor me with one last number?”
Ouch!
Lois glanced over to Clark and saw that he was watching her. She could tell from his expression that he thought she was singing this song to him. She wasn’t. It was Luthor’s request. She was singing it to him. She returned her gaze to Lex.
Should be fun
Clark wiped down the counter of the bar, took the last tray and headed for the kitchen. Lois closed her eyes in a flinch as if he had struck her across the face, letting that last tear drop down her face.
She could always try for not-angry make-up sex?
So, this was fun. But now I can't really wait for the fallout!
Hhhmmm. Not going to expect long FDK from Michael for Part 29. Got it.
Hmm... not sure I managed short. Sorry. I did manage to keep the graemlins at 15, though. Sorry about that, too.
Michael
