They burst into action, yelling questions at her and sticking microphones in her face.
Will she now be using those filthy words she wouldn’t want Clark to hear?
JIMMY: Look, C.K.! Lois is on TV!
CLARK: Huh?
TV-LOIS: Get out of my
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way you
excuses for
members of the
press.
CLARK:
JIMMY:
Someone had the audacity to throw a tomato at her. It missed her, but hit the top of the car, splattering its red guts across her face.
Oh dear!
SPECTATOR: What? That slut is responsible for me losing my job!
LOIS:
She swallowed hard, trying to hold down the bile in her stomach.
HENDERSON:
“When we get there, I’ll call S.T.A.R. Labs and see if they have that blood work completed. Who knows what that man had floating around in his blood?” He grimaced.
“Ask them to check for foreign DNA,” she said.
She held out the scrap of paper in her hand. “‘The greatest glory is not in never falling,’” she read aloud. “‘— but rising every time we fall.’”
“It’s Confucius,” Lois explained. “It means, Lex Luthor isn’t dead.”
LOIS:
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Pulitzer!
Also, I’ve gone back and checked out the POV bits you gave us. You little *sneak*!
“That was the longest two and half hours I’ve ever spent,” Jimmy said with a grin as they exited the gangplank and entered the Las Vegas airport.
Being on a plane with Clark Kent is no fun, huh?
JIMMY:
CLARK: Next time, I’ll take Lois. At least she’d have wanted to join the Mile High Club.
“Oh, my God! Look at that, CK! They have slot machines at the airport.”
For the tourists.
“The quickest path to ruin is through one of those machines,” Clark said.
Oooh! I know that one!
"There are three ways to ruin yourself -- gambling, women, and
crossing Lex Luthor. Gambling is the fastest. Women are the most
pleasurable. Crossing Lex Luthor is the most certain. "
CLARK: So…two out of three is not too bad, then, is it?
JIMMY: Oh *man*! You’ve got to go for the trifecta, now that you’re in Vegas!
“Then hold on to my coins, CK, to keep me from temptation while I go hit the head.”
I *think* they have slot machines above the urinals.
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JIMMY: Look, C.K.! I won! I got those brand new chips for my coins, They’re even still wrapped! Every quarter won!
“No, just screening calls. You won’t believe what annoying pests other reporters can be,” she said.
As opposed to her?
Then, she must have realized how ironic her words were and laughed.
“I’m sure you didn’t call to hear me gripe about my career path.”
Dorm bike. Slept her way to top reporter. Hooked up with billionaire to get job at TV station. Then wasted it all on a fling with a colleague.
“What?” she gasped. “Tonight? I mean, don’t be ridiculous, Chuck. You must be exhausted. I know I’m exhausted, and if you head back tonight, you’ll get in after midnight...
So…she plans on sneaking down into the bunker tonight? And when Clark gets back, there won’t be a trace but people will be swearing they hear moaning from the sewers every night, like there’s a porn star trapped down below?
I can and probably will survive worse.
Like her husband wussing out on their wedding night?
LOIS:
Clark Jerome Kent! You get your naked butt back into this bed right. This. Instant!
“If you want to know the truth, even if you had invited me to go to Vegas, I couldn’t have gone. The FBI doesn’t want me to leave town, because I’m too important to their case or something.”
But she’d have been on the plane instead of meeting with the FBI agents.
Clark returned what remained of his friend’s roll of quarters. “So, do you want your fifty dollars in coin or bills?”
JIMMY: High Stakes *GAMBLING*!
Michael
