/me mutters to myself. Just lost all my precious feedback. <Gripe. Moan.>
"Superman is set to make an appearance." This, he thought, might be just the thing to make her change her mind.
That's right up there with, "I'll get you some chocolate." These bribes are so petty.
"You know, I've kind of outgrown the hero worship. Besides, he always attends these things and he never notices whether I'm there or not, so what's the point?"
Good for you, Lois!
"I was just going to ask you to be my date, but if that's the way you feel about it." He shrugged.
"Da-ate?" Lois almost choked the word out. She cleared her throat and tried again, "a-a- date? As in, um... would that be a date-date or a favor-date-because-I-can't-convince-anyone-else-to-dress-up-for-that-thing?"
A-hem... Good for you, Clark!
In fact, she had even gone so far as to fake car trouble just so she'd have a chance to see him and while she sort of felt guilty about that, she had exhausted all her other options. However Clark was able to contact the superhero at will, this wasn't a skill that Lois Lane had been blessed with and she had to resolve to her own, perhaps limited, imagination in order to achieve the same results.
Oh, the insanity of it all. /me giggles insanely at the whole concept... not to mention the accompanying babbles!
Her whole idea is just so rich!
I think that Clark should find Lois a hooker costume to go with his police costume. He could arrest her all night long.
Obviously there was no reasoning with a queen, Clark thought, somewhat frustrated.
This is worth the best gigglefit!
The ending was priceless, too!
I have no idea who the author is. Gah! I better get organized if I'm going to vote intelligently.
Elisabeth
