If there's one thing that Lois is certain of, after the night she just had, what she doesn't need is a six-foot tall drink of water leaning up against her counter.
"I already took down the espresso machine," Lois says, throwing the dirty cloth to the counter.
Lex checks his watch, "It's only 8:55. The Talon closes at nine."
Lois surveys the empty coffee house. True, the reason it's empty is because she chased the last few patrons out the door. The last guys that had been there recognized her from earlier in the summer and called her a nickname that had quite frankly become a big stick in her craw. But, the fact is that the shop is empty, and she'll be darned if she's going to sit there another five minutes just to serve Richie Rich a drink.
"Mmm, sorry you weren't able to make it here within the last fourteen hours when we were actually serving coffee," Lois says, pushing past him, her long ponytail swinging behind her.
"With an attitude like that, I can't imagine why business would be so slow," Lex says, his keen eyes following her.
"It's the dog days of summer, Lex. Perhaps a hot cup of joe isn't exactly how small town Kansas wants to chase down a day's work in the fields," she says as she turns the lock on the door.
"It's 8:56," Lex says without checking his watch.
"And yet, it's closing time," Lois smirks as she flips the closed sign around. "Imagine that."
"I'm sensing some tension between us," Lex says, a slight smile creeping across his lips.
"The only thing that's going to be between us is some miles as soon as I can get the heck out of here," she says, switching off the lights.
"If we're going to occupy the same town together..." Lex starts.
"I'm not happy about occupying the same planet with you," she finishes.
"You and I are going to have to work out our differences," Lex says with a grin.
"Work them out?" Lois asks. "What exactly do you have in mind?"
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Beads of sweat drip down from Lex's smooth head trickling down his chest, moistening his designer shirt in all the right places. Lois's eyes lock with his, making him feel he cannot blink, the heat gliding through his body, causing every extremity of his to tingle.
Letting his eyes fall for a moment, he catches a bead of sweat trailing down her chest, entering the dark valley edged with lace. For once he's happy that he's wearing silk pants, otherwise his legs would surely be sticking to the cheap artificial leather booth.
Snapped out of his thoughts by her firm grip on his collar, he brings his eyes back to hers, quickly licking away the evidence of his lust from the corner of his mouth.
"Need a bib?" Lois asks, pushing him back into his seat. "Let's keep our eyes off the prize and on the ball, okay?"
Lex leans back wiping his brow all the way to the crown of his head. He eyes the shot glass laid before him and hesitates slightly.
"What's the matter rich boy," Lois smirks from across the table, "scared?" She picks up the shot glass and throws the warm bourbon down the back of her throat, licks her lips, then turns the glass over and slams it down on the table.
"That's ten. You're starting to look a little pekid there, Mr. Loothor," she says mocking his prestigious name a bit.
When Lois suggested the drinking contest, Lex had thought she was going to be an easy mark; under the table after three or four shots. He's amazed she has lasted to ten.
However much he had misjudged her, he is also confident she had done the same. Despite all of her tauntings and trash talk, Lex is sweating only because Lois prematurely shut off the air conditioner, not because the alcohol is fazing him in the least.
Keeping his green eyes locked on hers, he pours two more shots and downs them consecutively, letting out a satisfied "Ahhhh," as the bourbon scented breath escapes his lips. Grabbing the bottle by the neck he licks his lips appreciatively, saying, "damn, that's tasty. I think I may just have another." The liquor beginning to make him lose some polish, he takes his next shot straight from the bottle.
"Thirteen, eh?" Lois sneers, "That's my lucky number." Snatching the bottle out of his grasp, she swigs down enough alcohol to put her shot count way past twenty.
"The Talon doesn't have a liquor license, Miss Lane," Lex begins, his tongue starting to slur a bit around the letter 'L.' "Where'd you find the alcohol?"
"I keep it hidden behind the coffee filters for after hours, our boss is a bit of a tight ass," Lois says, full well knowing it's Lex who signs her paychecks. "Speaking of tight ones, are you trying to squeeze your way out of this situation?"
The word 'tight' lingers in the air, making Lex's mind drift once again off the game. Needing to quench the thirst building within, he picks back up the bottle, nursing it with two hands, allowing his cheeks to fill with the hot liquid before letting it slide down his throat.
Pissed that he is hogging the best liquor in her stash, she leans across the table snatching it back. "Don't bogart that bottle, Baldy."
Reaching over and grabbing a straw, she pours herself another shot, blowing bubbles in it before slurping it down.
"Baldy?" Lex asks, "Have you always been a bitch?"
"Did you ever have hair?" Lois asks, taking another hit off of the booze.
Lex appears to sober up, not taking kindly to the insult.
Lois doesn't back off, instead she grabs her own ponytail and swings it into her mouth to munch on.
Lex's eyes narrow, as if he's ready to fight, but instead spews spit out all over the table, cackling a drunken laugh.
Lois spits her own hair out of her mouth, joining him in the outburst.
Low to the table, Lex grabs the bottle and shakes it, "This...this is some really good shhhtuff."
"No," Lois corrects him, "this is grade-A shit," they share a laugh again, both smacking their palms against the table.
Lex hushes them down, gesturing with his finger to draw in closer conspiratorially.
"Shit? This isn't shit," Lex slurs using grand hand gestures. "I have the best shit in town back at the mansion," he says poking himself in the chest.
Joining him in his conspiracy, Lois whispers, "By shit, do you mean doobage?"
"I do," Lex answers.