Hi Barbara!
Clark contemplated the benefits of ordering a fourth drink. He desperately needed something to distract himself from the enticing sight of Lois.
Playing pretend-drunk is a great distraction.
While they couldn't quite hide her rare beauty, this chicken costume was designed to let his thoughts drift toward forbidden places.
Kentucky Fried Chicken?
CLARK: Haven’t had them since I left home.
looking a few inches past Toni Taylor, who was standing at the bar seeming slightly flustered all of a sudden.
Because of a sort of good looking blind man?
"I'm sorry, ma’am," Clark said. His voice was cold but polite. "I didn't realize you did not accommodate handicapped customers."
TONI: It’s nothing personal but we do get way more complaints from our girls when blind customers are checking them out.
In the reflection of his glasses, Clark saw her throw up her hands, quietly urging the bartender to help her out and ensure that her guest wouldn't just leave.
Preston’s gonna have a field day with his editorial on that one. “Mob Dive discriminates against blind customers.”
Then Houdini jumped to his aid. He dropped out of his role and pulled him back toward Toni Taylor.
HOUDINI: Nice female. Smells good.
gazes met, it seemed like the world stood still. The air seemed to sizzle with a kind of magic that had nothing to do with his powers.
Aaahhh, the magical distraction!
The dancers rushed to the back, leaving the stage as quickly as their feet would let them. None of them was in the immediate line of fire.
Which brings us back to jokes about roasted chicken.
With an uneasy prickling in the back of his neck, Clark rushed back inside to get Toni. He jumped through the fire, picked her up, and carried her to safety
How is he going to explain that?
CHARLIE: I didn’t see no flame. I just wanted to carry the dame.
She stared at him, open mouthed and with a frown on her forehead that left little doubt that at least his cover as a blind guy was blown.
See? See?
But the wonderful, slightly impish smile on her lips was designed to make him lose his mind, regardless of whether she knew.
Ooooh, sounds like Lois really is another kind of magical distraction
LOIS: Did he just call me an Imp?
Looking forward to learning how you’re gonna dig Clark out of that one!
Michael
