Title: Magical Nights

Rating: I think I'm going to rate chapter by chapter. Leave my options open. We're starting PG.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything involving Superman or Smallville.

Spoilers: I don't plan on any.

Summary: Lois and Clark spend the weekend together in Star City. I so bad with summaries.

A/N: This first chapter contains a lot of setup. I needed to get the pieces in place. The action will pick up, I promise. This is set in or around season 8. I didn't want to deal with any Bride fallout, so I'm not specifying where this might happen on the show's timeline.

I have very little knowledge of the Green Arrow or his lore outside of the special features on Smallville...I wasn't even sure where Star City is supposed to be. I had to turn to my trusty source, Wikipedia, which says that Star City is typically thought to be the San Francisco/Oakland bay area. So, California here we come.

As always, I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1:

Lois lounged in one of the soft leather seats adorning Oliver's private jet, sipping on a glass of twenty-five year old Scotch. She released a contented sigh and thought to herself that this was the only way to travel. Out of all Oliver's good qualities, she was certainly enjoying his great taste in liquor the most at the moment - the jet's plush interior and attentive staff certainly didn't dampen her mood.

Oliver invited Clark and herself to Star City for a weekend of relaxation and entertainment. He was hosting the annual Star City Charity Ball on Saturday and had suggested that the two busy reporters could use a weekend away from the hectic bustle of Metropolis. The Ball was super exclusive. Anyone who was anyone would be there. As tempting as the offer had been, her initial reaction was hesitation. She was not sure how to feel about an ex inviting her away for the weekend. She and Oliver were in a good place, but an ex was still an ex when it came right down to it.

She had been rather surprised when Clark had so readily accepted, and to her annoyance it hadn't taken long under the combined persuasion of the two men for her to cave and agree. So, Lois found herself headed to the sun licked beaches of the west coast. Star City here I come. At least Clark would be there to keep her company and act as a buffer between her and Oliver, though she hoped it wouldn't come to that.

The pilot came over the speakers to announce that they were on final approach for landing. Lois shifted in her seat and downed the remaining liquid in her crystal highball glass. "Tsk…ahhhh," she hissed as the Scotch burned a pleasant trail down her throat. Her head lolled back and she relaxed even more into the plush cushions. Maybe this weekend would be a lot of fun, who knew? She put herself in the mind set to enjoy whatever the weekend had in store. She deserved the time off. She knew how badly her body needed a break and her mind was ready to turn off and have some fun. Besides, in her book there was nothing wrong with a billionaire picking up the ticket for a couple days of splurging. Oliver better brace himself because she planned to splurge if for no other reason than payback for him using Clark to double team her. A knowing smile split her lips as she felt the plane touch down with a jolt and squeal of the tires.

Lois stood and stretched, reaching for her bags, but the flight attendant beat her to it. "I've got these ma'am," Jennifer said. Lois had had a pleasant chat with her about flying all over the world with a billionaire when she first boarded.

"I told you, Jennifer, call me Lois...and thank you." Lois smiled at the woman and motioned for her to lead the way. They stepped off the plane into the night air and strode across the tarmac towards a waiting limousine. Oliver certainly hadn't lost his touch. Once again she had no intention of complaining. She was surprised when Oliver himself stepped out of the car and gave her his most charming smile.

"What service. To what do I owe the honor of being met by the man himself," she teased sarcastically and closed the remaining distance between them.

He ignored her comment. "Welcome to Star City, Lois. I'm really glad you finally decided to accept my hospitality." She rolled her eyes as his comment reminded her of the badgering she had had to endure before accepting his hospitality. His smile never faltered as he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the car. Lois ducked into the limousine, followed a moment later by Oliver.

"You and Clark didn't really give me a choice. Speaking of Clark, where is Smallville?" She looked around curiously as if he would suddenly appear at the mere mention of his name. Clark had left work before lunch to get here early. She didn't understand what the hurry was, but she had learned that questioning Clark on his odd behavior rarely earned her anything but a headache.

"He is being shown around the city by some friends of mine. He plans to meet you at the hotel later on tonight." Oliver's original plan had involved them staying with him at his sprawling mansion, but Lois wasn't interested in being reminded of her last sojourn there. So, he had made arrangements for them at the Grand, his ritzy downtown hotel. It was considered by many to be the nicest in Star City. "Are you hungry?"

"No. I ate before I left and you provided some really great hors d'oeuvres during the flight." He grinned and shrugged his shoulders at her compliment. "Besides, it's eleven o'clock at night, Oliver."

"Not here. It's only eight."

"Right…time change. Well, my body thinks it's late." Lois looked out the tinted windows at the bright city whizzing by. It was no Metropolis, she thought to herself, but it held a beauty all its own.

Oliver noticed a faraway look come over Lois. "You're going to have a great time, Lois, and I'm glad you came. I haven't been in Metropolis much lately and I've missed you and Clark." He would have mentioned Chloe as well, but Lois wasn't aware how well he knew her cousin. "I have some things to take care of tonight. I don't mean to be a bad host, but I'm going to have to leave you on your own for the evening. Shea's is a really great restaurant located downstairs in the Grand. The staff knows you're staying this weekend and will get you anything you need. My treat, of course," he winked at her.

She rolled her eyes, but inside she was smiling. It appeared that after all this time she still wasn't completely immune to his charm, but he did fail to send her heart racing as that smile once would have. She was just glad to have him as a friend. As she thought about the next several days, the thing that surprised her most was how much she wasn't dreading spending the time almost entirely with Clark. A weekend spent hanging out with Smallville? It would be like old times. Her mind had drifted away as he continued to talk, but she tuned into his voice again.

"If that doesn't appeal to you there are several nice clubs, bars, and restaurants within walking distance, but I'll have a car at your disposal for any occasion. Kyle, your chauffeur, can tell you all about the area."

Lois's eyes darted to the before mentioned chauffeur. She smiled softly. "Thanks Ollie. I'm sure I won't have a problem finding something to amuse myself."

The car came to a stop and the two occupants stepped out into the beautiful hotel. Several of the staff called out greetings to their easily recognizable boss as Lois and Ollie made their way through the lobby. "I'll get your room key if you want to take a quick look around," Oliver said and moved towards the front desk.

Lois did just that, wandering off to the side and letting her mind drift. She wondered when Clark would make it to the hotel. She was curious why he was hanging out with friends of Oliver's. That struck her as odd. What could a Kansas farm boy have in common with the members of the social circle of a playboy billionaire?

Oliver walked up behind her followed by a bellhop carrying her luggage. "Okay. You two are all set," he informed her, handing her an electronic key card. They boarded the elevator and he used the a second card, swiping a box above the buttons to each floor. A button at the very top that she hadn't noticed before lit up. Oliver reached out and pressed it. "I think you're going to like this." Her eyebrows rose but she remained silent, her stomach flipping slightly at the speed with which the car shot up. The elevator doors slid open to reveal a gorgeous open room. Ceiling to floor windows ringed the area. Two platinum gilded doors led out to an expansive balcony. As they walked in she noticed a pool sitting off to her left. A pool...in the room! Her jaw hit the floor as she took in the rest of the suit. It was lavishly furnished and screamed money. A ridiculously large flat panel TV faced three large tasteful leather couches that looked incredibly inviting. Two, what she was assuming were bedrooms, sat side by side on the far side of the room. She would have to explore those later and pick out the best one for herself, of course.

"Maybe this will make up for all the harassment I had to put you through to get you here," Oliver quipped, and waved his arm to sweep over the entire room.

"Geez, Oliver couldn't you have splurged? You do own the place," Lois exclaimed in surprise, laying the sarcasm on heavy. "This is too much. You didn't have to do all this…really," she said softly, seriousness laced in her words.

"I thought it would be more convenient if you two stayed together," he said mischievously, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Lois' brow furrowed and she stared sideways at him as she moved through the suite. She didn't want to imagine how much it ran a night, but she planned to enjoy every second she was here. She plopped down on the love seat by the window and let out a happy sigh. "Convenient. Huh," she said suspiciously, her eyes taking in the beautiful downtown skyline. "Thank you doesn't seem like enough, but it's all I've got. Thanks Oliver."

"It's more than enough. I have to share this place with someone after all. Who better than my two good friends? I hope you enjoy the digs. Push Clark into the pool or something for me," he said with a wink, already moving towards the elevator. "Well, Lois, unfortunately I have to go, but I'll see you tomorrow if not later on tonight."

Lois nodded, her eyes never straying from the window as she waved goodbye. The doors opened and closed with a mechanical whirl behind Oliver and the bellhop. Even though her day had been very long, Lois found that she wasn't tired. The splendor surrounding her had injected her with a giddy energy. She thought about Oliver's suggestion to check out the restaurant downstairs. Lois considered waiting for Clark, but she had no idea when he would be back. What the hell, I'm always up for a good meal, she thought and headed for the door, picking up their room keys as she went.

Lois quickly made it downstairs and proceeded through the clear glass doors with Shea's stenciled in gold in the center. She took a moment to call Clark's cell phone. She did have both keys after all. He didn't pick up and she was directed to his voicemail. She briefly wondered what was keeping him to busy to answer before leaving him a succinct message explaining where she was. A short blonde stood behind a glass podium smiling brightly at her as she slowly proceeded further into the decadent entryway.

"Good evening. Do you have a reservation," the girl asked Lois and ran her eyes over her with a snobby air.

Lois smiled tightly and began to explain. "Not exactly. My name is Lois Lane. I'm here as a guest of Oliver Queen. He said you would be expecting me."

The girl's face morphed into deference and she scanned over a table chart. "Ah yes, Miss Lane. If you would follow me." Lois trailed behind the girl taking in her surroundings. Tables covered in crisp white table clothes and flickering candle light filled the floor. She saw several other doors leading to unseen rooms down a hallway near the entrance. She guessed they were private dining rooms that could be booked for functions. She was quickly becoming overwhelmed by all the grandeur being heaped on her tonight. The roof supported large golden chandeliers that contained sparkling crystals reflecting gentle light across the room. The table settings consisted of far too many utensils for Lois' taste, and white ceramic base plates trimmed in a delicate gold leaf topped by folded black napkins resembling origami.

She realized her guide had stopped and was holding out a chair for her at a window table. "This is a beautiful view. I don't mean to be rude, but do you have anything a little more...casual," she asked looking down at her dark business suite. She had come directly from work and hadn't bothered to change. I really should have planned this better, she thought, looking around at the formally dressed patrons of Shea's.

The girl scrunched her nose together as she considered the request. "Well, we do have a pub in the back but-"

"Great! That will be great," Lois cut her off, feeling that anything was better than this.

The girl shrugged and walked down the hallway Lois had noticed moments earlier. They came to two heavy wood doors that swung outwards on brass hinges. The blonde pulled on the thick twisted metallic handle and motioned for Lois to enter. The pub definitely had the feel of a boys club. The lighting was low and she could smell the distinct traces of cigar smoke. Dark wood paneling covered the walls. She spotted brass sconces that provided the area with muted light. A huge bar made of deep green marble dominated the center of the room and was surrounded by a scattering of tables. Several big screen TV's were conveniently spaced through the room, showing various sports. Yep, definitely a boys club, but she was in no mood for Stuffyville out front.

The blonde receptionist looked nervously at Lois, obviously expecting a negative reaction. "This will be perfect." Once again the girl pulled out a chair for her. "You know what? I think I'll eat at the bar." At least that way she could chat with the bartender if she felt like it. Following through on her words, Lois picked a stool and sat at one of the bar's corners. The receptionist kept her features perfectly schooled, not revealing whatever she thought of Mr. Queen's guest's odd requests. She handed Lois a thick menu and wine list before wishing her a good evening. She took a moment to point Lois out to the bartender before slipping quietly out of the pub.

Lois leaned both elbows on the bar, its cold surface seeping into her bare skin. As she looked at the wine list she noticed a guy eyeing her at the end of the bar. She flipped through the leather bound pages and finally settled on a Chardonnay. She could feel the man's stare remain on her even when the bartender took her drink order. She lowered the menu and met his eyes. He misinterpreted her blank stare and flashed her a wide grin as he rose, moving in her direction. Oh great, she thought, here he comes because naturally a girl sitting at a bar without a friend couldn't possibly really want to be alone. She rolled her eyes and waited for whatever cheesy line he might deliver. The bartender placed her drink in front of her and she proceeded to down half of it in anticipation of having to deal with this guy.

"I see you have chosen a Porta Chardonnay. That's a Chilean vintage grown in Cachapoal and coastal Maipo valleys, I believe," he said to her with practiced smoothness.

Just my luck…a wine snob. She forced her eyes to stay on his face. If they had their way they would have rolled dramatically in exasperation. She made a noncommittal noise around her glass and nodded, looking back down at the menu, attempting to brush him off. He didn't take the hint. Instead he sat beside her and continued explaining the virtues of grapes grown in Chili.

She was ready to drop the subtleties and tell the guy in distinct Lois Lane style that she wasn't interested and he could take a hike when he extended his hand and said, "Oh. I'm sorry. I haven't introduced myself. Oliver Queen."

Her eyes shot up. What did he just say? He was looking at her expectantly, his hand still hanging in the air between them. "O-Oliver Queen?" she questioned, her eyes becoming tight slits as she examined him skeptically.

"That's me. Does my reputation precede me," he asked, his smile taking on a hint of affected self deprecation. She took a moment to look at 'Oliver' - really look at him. He had the blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes, but his jaw wasn't square enough and he was several inches too short. If a person didn't know Oliver personally they might be fooled by the guy. She would bet a months pay that this wasn't the first time he'd used Oliver's name and reputation to pick up a woman. She had to give him credit for the moxie to play this role in the man's own hotel and restaurant.

She quickly made a decision and shook his hand. This could be fun, she thought deviously. Lois returned his smile and channeled her best inner bimbo. "I would have to be living under a rock not to have heard of you. You're practically the prince of Star City. My name is Lois," she cooed, giggling and looking at him with what she hoped came off as mindless wide eyed awe. Self satisfaction flashed in his eyes and she could tell he thought he had her on the hook. The contents of Lois' glass quickly disappeared. She figured this little act would be easier with some liquid lubrication.

'Oliver' immediately called the bartender and ordered her another of the same – on his tab – familiarly using the man's name. "No really. You don't have to do that," Lois said, serious for the first time since he sat down.

"Now what kind of host would I be if I didn't buy you a drink?" He waved to the room reminding her that he – well Oliver – owned the place. If the man wanted to buy her a drink while lying through his teeth, who was she to stop him?

"I guess you have a point. Thank you," she awarded him a smile.

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Lois leaned back and let out a light breath. They had talked through her entire meal. She couldn't help but laugh at their little game. It had kept her amused to say the least. She would act like she was buying everything he was telling her and then make a sarcastic comment that hinted at the truth. He would momentarily grow suspicious and worried, but she would easily lull him back into comfortable confidence. He was telling her another story about some exotic adventure he had been on. It was a decent story. To bad it was all a lie, she thought with a shake of her head.

She felt a little tipsy and realized that he had been keeping her glass full. At this point she was fairly certain that he thought he was getting lucky tonight. He was about to be very disappointed because she was tired of the game and ready to go upstairs and enjoy her amazing room...alone. So, for the last few minutes she had been trying to nail him in his lies, but he turned out to be very slippery.

"I'm actually a reporter for an out of town paper. You don't know what it would mean for me to land an interview with the Oliver Queen," she said and leaned in suggestively.

She saw a brief moment of panic flash in his eyes, but it was gone almost as quickly as it came and his mask of confidence was back. "Lois I would love to give you an interview, but unfortunately right now I'm in a press blackout. Laying low if you know what I mean." He winked at her and mirrored her move, leaning in close.

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Clark walked through the revolving door of the hotel and immediately headed for Shea's. He was working with AC and hadn't been able to answer Lois' call, but in her message had told him where she would be.

This had all started when Oliver had asked him to come to Star City for the Charity Ball to help him. Tess Mercer was using the Ball as a cover to meet with several foreign diplomats. Oliver suspected that she was collecting 'special' talent again and setting up new facilities around the world. He wanted to listen in on her meeting, but she was careful and always used equipment to disrupt electronic listening devices. That's where Clark came in.

The problem was that he hated these high society black tie social events and he didn't want to have to endure it alone. So, Oliver told him to bring someone and make a weekend of it. He wasn't sure why the first name on his list had been Lois. He rationalized that it was because he knew she would enjoy this and she needed a break from life's drama. Her stubbornness had reared its head and he had been afraid she would say no, but after a battle of wills he and Oliver finally convinced her.

He mentioned Lois' name and was directed by a small blonde towards a set of doors. He entered the dimly lit pub and spotted Lois at the bar with a man leaning disturbingly close to her. I leave her alone for a couple of hours and already she has a guy hanging all over her. He looked like a creep to Clark. A frown bunched his forehead and he harrumphed, walking over to her.

She turned and saw him. Her eyes immediately lit up and she motioned him closer. "Clark! Hey there. I want you to meet someone." If possible his frown deepened. He could detect a slightest of slurs in her words as she mentioned her 'friend'. She grabbed his arm, tugging him into a half embrace.

Her companion eyed him suspiciously and Clark's face hardened into an unbidden glare as he returned the man's gaze. Lois noticed the tension between the two with quiet wonder. Clark was pulling his over protective bit again she noted with a twinge of annoyance. Growing up with the General always hovering over her shoulder, she had developed a knee jerk reflex to male over protectiveness. Annoyance was the mildest of her responses. Her rebellious spirit and sharp sarcastic tongue bubbled under the surface, demanding to be released, but she tugged sharply on the reigns of self control and with her eyes conveyed that Clark had better behave.

"Since we're in Star City, I'm sure you'll find this interesting. I would like to introduce you to Oliver Queen. Oliver this is Clark," she ran her hand up Clark's arm, stroking him possessively and intentionally giving the imposter the impression that they were a couple. The man had foolishly assumed that she was single…well she was but she didn't want people automatically assuming it. He looked confused, disappointed, and irritated at Clark's appearance all at once.

Clark jerked his eyes to meet hers. Her hand was now disturbing him as much as her strange introduction. He was completely confused by both. "What are you talking about, Lois? How much have you had to drink?" She urged him nonverbally to go along with her – eyes widening and neck straining towards him. His face twisted accusingly to her hand as if it were burning him and somehow held the answers to all his questions. She ignored his study of her offending limb and continued to pet his arm.

Tired of being relatively ignored 'Oliver' spoke up, trying to steal Lois' attention back from the large dark haired man she was touching familiarly. "Nice to meet you Clark. Can I get you a drink?"

"I need to speak with Lois for a second…Oliver. Please excuse us." Clark forcefully pulled Lois out of her seat and led her struggling behind him into the hallway. She yelped indignantly at his manhandling.

"Let go of me. What's your problem Clark!" He finally released his grip enough that she was able to jerk her arm free, an incensed glare boring into him. At the sudden loss of his support she wobbled on her feet, losing her balance temporarily. Apparently she had had a glass or two more than she had intended.

"My problem? What is your problem? That is not Oliver Queen." He pointed emphatically back the way they had come. "How drunk do you have to be to make that mistake? And you were..." He couldn't finish his sentence. He just stared at his arm where he could still feel the path her fingers had taken across his skin.

She snorted at him. "Of course that's not Oliver. I would have to be dead to mistake the two. But he claims he is, and I've been having a little fun with him over dinner. You're going to be my easy out because he's definitely interested…unless…did Oliver come with you?"

"He dropped me off a few minutes ago," he answered, still confused. Lois whipped out her cell phone and dialed quickly. "Why are you talking to that creep? He's a liar. He was all over you. He just wants to…wants to…you know." He really sounded angry at the prospect.

She rolled her eyes and mouthed 'duh' as she listened to Ollie's phone ringing. If she didn't know better she would say Clark was jealous. In her distraction she verbalized her thought. "You sound jealous."

He crossed his arms and took a step back. "I'm just looking out for you. That guy is trouble."

"I'm a big girl, Clark." She shrugged the subject off and returned her focus to the ringing of her phone. She just couldn't resist the temptation to introduce the two Oliver's.

"Hello," he said, finally picking up.

"Hey Oliver. It's Lois. Can you come back to the hotel for a few minutes? "

"What? Lois? Why? Is something wrong?"

"No. Everything is fine. I just have a situation here that could use your…influence."

"Lois it's getting late. Is this something that I can handle tomorrow?"

"Trust me Ollie. You're going to want to meet someone." She bit her lip as the line fell silent and he considered her request. Clark tapped his foot as he waited for his crazy friend to get off the phone. He wondered what Lois was getting them into now.

"Okay, but I can't stay long."

She chuckled. "Great. We're in Shea's pub. See you in a few." She hung up and turned back to Clark, grabbing his wrist and leading him back into the pub. "Come on Smallville. Just follow my lead."

His forehead scrunched in his classic look of disapproval. "Lois. What am I 'going along with'?"

She sighed at his resistance. "Just relax. Watch and see." She looked over her shoulder and gave him a great smile that sparkled in her eyes. He sighed as his irritation with her melted away. He found it slightly unsettling that she was able to manipulate him with only a smile.

She pointed to the stool next to her as she sat and once again looked absorbed by the phony Oliver.

"Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted," she asked, seemingly lost in the stranger's eyes never sparing a glance for Clark. He didn't like how this guy was looking at her one bit. His eyes held a mixture of lust and anticipation.

Clark reached down and pulled her stool closer to him, wrapping a lazy arm on its back. I'm only doing this to protect Lois from the sleazy creep eyeing her like a starving man, he told himself. Her shoulders stiffened and he could sense the disapproval oozing out of her even before her head turned to pin him with a glare.

"What are you doing," she mouthed.

His face was all innocence as he mouthed back, "Following your lead." He tapped his arm, reminding her of her little maneuver earlier. She felt her chair slide even closer to him and her back straightened even further as he leaned into her, molding their bodies together. She had abandoned her earlier intentions of getting rid of the guy by faking a relationship with Clark when she thought of Oliver, and now Clark was trying to ruin the new plan.

"Well stop it," she whispered, scooting away from him oddly flustered by his proximity. She cleared her throat and asked, "I read a few years ago you spent an extended period of time in Metropolis. What was that like?" Her hand gently nudged his shoulder.

"Lois have you been keeping tabs on me." His lips twisted in a greasy smile.

"Well, I guess like many women, there was a time that I saw myself as Oliver Queen's girlfriend. What woman wouldn't want a handsome, adventurous, smart billionaire?" She tapped his hand as she listed off the compliments.

Clark ground his teeth. Lois was shameless and this loser was eating up every bit of it. He was tired of this nonsense. He started to rise, intent on getting rid of this moron before he succumbed to his building desire to clock him in his lying mouth. Lois wasn't helping Clark's darkening mood, mooning over 'Oliver' like he was the second coming.

Oliver arrived and saw Clark looming behind Lois and scowling at a blonde guy who was obviously paying Lois more attention than Clark appreciated. He smiled inwardly and walked over to the tense trio. None of them seemed to have noticed him.
He cleared his throat. "Lois what did you want me for?"

Three sets of eyes rotated to him. Lois grinned with excitement, Clark still looked like he was chewing rocks, and the stranger stared wide eyed at him.

Lois jumped up and pulled him closer. "You're not going to believe this coincidence. It's pure serendipity. I'd like you to meet someone," she trailed off, looking curiously at the other blonde.

He rose slowly, frantically looking around for an escape. "I-I-I…" he stuttered. He circled the group, resembling a caged animal.

Clark jumped in to clarify the situation, his mood suddenly brightening. "What Lois was trying to say is Oliver Queen meet Oliver Queen."

Oliver looked confused. "M-Mr. Queen I can explain. You see the thing is. Well the thing is that."

Once again Clark was only too happy to step in. Seeing this guy exposed felt better than he knew it should. "The thing is Oliver that our friend here was hitting on your ex girlfriend claiming to be you." He crossed his arms over his chest smugly. Let's see him squirm out of this.

"You're his ex?" His voice squeaked. He tried to glare at her, but he was so agitated that it came across as a grimace. Lois put her hands on her hips and shot him a disapproving stare.

"I would suggest if you're going to impersonate me you do a little research so that you don't try and pick up any more of my girlfriends," Oliver said in mock sincerity. Lois, Clark, and Oliver all wore matching impish grins. Oliver walked over to the bar and retrieved the man's credit card from the bartender. "Mr," he looked down at the card. "Brown. I would ask that you refrain from throwing my name around. I give the papers enough to report; I really don't need any help. Dinner's on me." He handed the guy his card.

Brown scrambled away almost falling over himself in his hurry to get away. Clark looked back at Lois. "You were just messing with him." It was a statement not a question. She just shrugged her shoulders and sat back down.

"Oliver are you up for a nightcap before you go," she asked.

"Ha. After that…you bet. How about you, Clark?" The both turned with questioning eyes.

"I don't want a drink, but Oliver tells me the food here is top notch."

He sat and Oliver asked Lois to tell the night's story from the beginning. She launched into her narrative and the three chuckled together at the man's gumption.

No this weekend might not be bad at all, Lois thought, turning to see Clark's bright smile.

~*~

TBC

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