Hi Sara and Sara!
Clark stared at the contents of his closet with apprehension. He actually had the required clothing elements. It was just...
Combining them seems dangerous?
No thinking whatsoever. He'd looked right at her nervous yet excited smile and desperately grabbed at the first available option.
Better catch and think later than think first and miss?
But he'd spent $200 on this—non-refundable.
Pot committed. Its like when Lois is already down one vest and he’s in his boxers. Better to bet it all than fold.
And Lois had looked rather excited about the band. So clearly she was a fan, and if that was the case, he was downright thrilled that he'd lucked into such great tickets for a band she loved.
I said it before. PJ at the wedding.
Because grunge was apparently all about jeans and flannel.
Aaaaaahhhhhh…
But how it qualified as grunge, he had no clue.
They sound just like an overworked tractor engine backed by a stable filled with unmilked cows?
After all, any one of these songs could be Lois' favourite song.
Maybe he should have asked her which ones were her favourite so he'd only have to learn a few.
LOIS: uuuuu…the…loud one?
Yep. To impress her. He'd do anything to impress her.
Except strip down to his big boy pajamas in front of her.
Last Exit. Okay...was this music?
No, the CD is scratched.
Was this song about taking drugs?
No, about listening to classical music on a record disk.
Maybe Lois liked working out to these songs because they were angry sounding and motivated her to work harder, run faster?
Because she’s not agitated enough most of the time?
Ah, there was the screaming, low-key screaming at the end. Why was this song almost six minutes long?
d the messaging about important issues. He just...really, really wished the music wasn't an assault on his ears.
Otherwise people wouldn’t listen.
but at least he'd be with Lois, and he could enjoy it vicariously through her.
Oops?
, he realised he wasn't sure if he was sure if he was supposed to tuck in his shirt or not
Depends on the belt buckle.
I've still got thirty seconds,” he could hear her call through the door, and he smiled. God, he loved her.
She’s a cute one!
His eyes were drawn first to the deep burgundy of her lips, and for a moment, he allowed himself to imagine kissing those lips. The creamy skin of her neck and shoulders and collarbone was flawless, exposed by the black tank top with impossibly thin straps. Her long legs disappeared under a tastefully short, black mini-skirt, and she was wearing some sort of chunky, industrial boots that were somehow also a clean and stylish black
So, women dress differently for grunge.
"Huh?" He'd been staring. Blatantly, rudely staring...but the bashful and slightly amused smile on her face told him she didn't exactly mind.
LOIS: guess I need to get the starter cables…
"Hey," she said, and her voice had that flirty lilt to it that drove him crazy. “You ready to go?”
Awww, you’re doing one date evening through the whole story? /Gets popcorn/
Hmmm…
/Whispers to other Sara about Lois and Clark spending a lot of parts in a single “date” in certain story.
LOIS: That was a stakeout!
Michael
