To the bartender, it was just another night on Bourbon Street, with just another woman who didn’t know her personal limit. To Clark Kent, it was a somewhat entertaining, slow-motion car wreck that he was powerless to stop.
This is great imagery. Just wonderful.
God, she was just as intoxicating to him as the rum was to her.
Very nice.
This is a great story, and I know I recognize the style, but I just can’t put my finger on it. But I think my vague memory thinks the writer is male. Shayne? Tank?
She stopped in the middle of the street to give him a smirk. “I’ll tell you what, Clark; when we win a Pulitzer for this story, the first thing I’ll do is give you your ten bucks.”
Yeah, that’s so Lois.
He opened the bag to pull out an emerald green and gold feathered Mardi Gras mask. “Lois!”
Hey! Where are the beads!
He obliged and she wound several strands of beads around his neck to complete the look.
Oh, wait, there they are!
And she did! She did!
Maybe tonight wouldn’t be just another night on Bourbon Street, after all.
Oooohh...
Great story.
Oooo! Drunken!Lois - I'd think it was me, if I didn't know better. Or do I? <heh>
Oh, man, Sue, if that was you, you totally fooled me.
