Lana and Jeffrey's wedding:
Lois and Clark sat right at the front, next to Lana's Aunt Nel and Chloe, while I stood at the back waiting for people to shuffle and make space. I squeezed in between an overweight man with a serious moustache and his long necked wife; an appreciative smile appeared on her face as she didn't seem to mind the close proximities of her body and mine.
I still couldn't understand how Lana, the she version of Clark, managed to get hitched to Mister America; the hero with no powers.
I asked her and she said, "He has a very big heart. And he's a cop."
"So you knew about the JSA before us and decided to join them?"
"Yes. I would have joined JLA, but you know how it was with Clark."
So while I was sandwiched between this couple, Lana gracefully strode in wearing a red dress.
A gleaming smile caught my eyes.
As usual, my eyes were on Ms. Sullivan, who was looking ridiculously hot in a gold silk dress. Her hair was gold, her dress was gold, but her eyes were a vivid green; fiercely deep and agonizingly beautiful.
At the reception:
Clark was the best man and an appalling public speaker.
"His suit is lined with blue kryptonite", Lois told me unnecessarily, "That's how he gets close to her." I was glad that was all she said; when Lois goes on a 'I'm-not-jealous-but-' rant, she'd draw you in like a fish to a maggot. Edging away from her, I saw Chloe and her rosy cheeks-face of course- standing in the corner with a tray full of champagne glasses.
"Care to boogie with me Chloe?" I asked dumbly; way to go Mr. Smooth Operator.
A snigger emitted from her lips as she answered, "I have two left feet Oliver, I doubt I'll be boogying with anyone tonight."
I walked away feeling stupid and a little drunk and maybe kind of horny too; I couldn't tell.