Hi Endelda!
Hmm…what’s the most outrages idea? Oh, yes. Clark can’t return the Lois clone because he doesn’t have the receipt for Lex’s wedding present to him. That, and he’s already ripped open the packaging.
Lois hung up and placed a quick call to the restaurant to authorize Bobby’s meal,
Wonder if they have a special meal code for that.
then hopped off the couch to go upstairs and change into something more appropriate for her meeting.
Hmm…stripper?
She’d been trying to be better about checking the water level since she and Clark had gotten married a few months ago,
So, leaving a note?
have Spike meet me there if you beat me home.
I was right about her outfit?
They had a standing order with Costmart for replacement bar furniture after the nightly brawl,
Clark nodded his thanks and turned his attention back to his spouse. He nudged her shoulder “Angel!”
So, she got drugged? Or did her source just not turn up and she got slushed for some unknown reason?
and he’ll have a Kryptonite!” she chirped.
“I’ll have a what?” Her husband sputtered.
She grinned at him over her shoulder. “You’ll love it, it tastes really tropical!”
Let me guess, green.
He watched the bartender with a wary eye as the man cracked a small green glow-stick, then dropped it and a scoop of ice into a highball glass which he proceeded to fill with generous helpings of spiced rum, coconut rum, melon liqueur, and pineapple juice, before topping the concoction off with 151 proof rum.
Strong enough to fell a super man, huh?
“You mean our honeymoon plans, right? Not the actual honeymoon? I don’t remember a lot of rum or fruit juice in my apartment.”
Lois gasped, then turned her head and nipped at his earlobe as she snaked her arms around him to seize a generous double handful of his behind.
Did she get switched, again?
She staggered and hit their roll-top desk hard enough to knock a frame off the top. A sob burst out of her as Lois looked down to see what had fallen and saw her marriage certificate on the floor, surrounded by bits of its frame and shards of broken glass. The precious document was creased on the corner that had hit the floor first, and she cut her finger as she fished the paper out of the mess. Now weeping openly, she carried the certificate into the kitchen in search of a glass of water and a band-aid.
So long as she doesn’t water it. Although I did kind of expect to have that greasy roll of protest to make a violent re-appearance while she was bending over to pick up the mess.
He paused for a moment as he heard a sniffle and the scratch of a match being struck, then rose up onto his knees and looked over her shoulder. He froze in horror.
“Lois!” he half-shouted. “What are you doing?”
She’s not trying to burn the marriage certificate, is she?
“I know you want out, but too bad, buddy! I love you, and I’m not letting you go—” the paper started to catch, “—and good luck trying to return me without the receipt!”
I did not see that one coming. Also, hilarious but I wonder if someone should tell Lois that that’s not actually the receipt but the ownership contract.
Drunk Lois can be a lot of fun
Michael
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I'll count that as a win, you're a hard man to surprise! 
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