Hi Mary!
Still, her old friend was happy for the time being, and a bachelorette party was as good an excuse as any to catch up
Also, booze and strippers.
Right now, the blushing bride and three other mutual friends were practically spilling their drinks as they whooped and hollered at the “cowboy” dancing on the stage.
See?
No, Lois had more sophisticated tastes. When it came to men, she was much more select.
The goods have to have a particularly super shape?
Lois nearly dropped her drink when a very familiar figure stepped out into the strobe lights.
Hey, Barry!
“I’m sorry, you saw Superman *where*?” Clark was staring at Lois as though she’d lost her mind, and frankly, she couldn’t blame him.
“Dancing. On a pole. At a strip club.”
I did not read ahead. I only got the Discord discussion.
His eyebrows raised. “Dancing?”
“At first, yes.” Lois’ face grew warm at the memory.
The other part is also called ‘dancing’.
“He looked exactly like him, Clark!” Lois protested.
Maybe Clark has a split personality disorder?
“But that’s not all! I think he recognized me! He looked straight at me, and he smiled like he knew me, and that was even before I started stuffing—” she broke off.
She did not!
LOIS: /shrugs demurely/
“Look, I had to get closer to be sure it was him,” Lois defended, “and the easiest way to do that—
Yeah, sure…
What does he do when he’s not on a rescue?”
But this?
“It makes sense!” Lois insisted.
In what Alt universe does it make sense?
ALT-CLARK: Lana has very expensive tastes.
Cat Grant happened to be passing by at that moment. “What makes sense?”
“Lois thinks she spotted Superman at a bachelorette party.”
Cat grinned. “Oh! Barry!”
. “And I do mean a *great* guy.”
Super sized!
“Barry,” Lois said flatly. After a few seconds, she stood up from Clark’s desk. “Well, that’s forty bucks down the drain! Barry?!”
40 bucks
“Yeah.” Lois paused halfway back to her own desk. “I guess I’d better cancel that private session.”
This was comedic gold!
Michael
