Mack was never a fan of the charity events her employer attended, but it was always insisted on that she attend. For the most part, she helped her boss remember names, important events from the past, and made sure no bad press made it out to the mob outside. So, it was fairly surprising when he gave her the night to herself, provided she stay, and left to do his own meandering. Taking a few moments, she snagged a glass of champagne, happy to have the night essentially off, and made her own way around the ballroom. Noting that a guest of honor was introducing himself up front, Mack turned to give Lex Luthor her full attention. Still, she found herself distracted; it seemed Bruce Wayne was wandering off towards the stairs, a woman in a red dress following on his heels. Glancing around and noting that no one else seemed to be paying the two any attention, she moved to follow, slipping off her heels so she wouldn't be heard. Peeking around the corner at the bottom, she saw Mr. Wayne fiddling with some computers. Hearing heels behind her, she slumped against the wall, just as another woman came downstairs.
"Excuse me, miss. What are you doing down here?" The suspicion in the woman's voice was evident, and Mack did her best to seem shaken.
"Listen, I know I shouldn't be here, but there was this sleezy guy upstairs and I just…" Mack trailed off, giving her most scared and innocent look. Immediately, the woman's face changed to one of pity, and she took Mack's arm.
"If you come back upstairs, I'll be sure to alert one of our security to keep an eye on you. Okay?" Mack nodded and allowed herself to be led back upstairs, noting another woman heading down to where Mr. Wayne was. After getting a moment to put her shoes back on, Mack was escorted back into the festivities, a flute of water pushed into her hands, and left alone. Luthor was just finishing his speech as Mr. Wayne showed back up. He seemed to disappear for a few minutes, and a buzz from her phone distracted her from wondering just what the billionaire was up to. She only took a few steps, looking at the text from her employer excusing her from the party for the night, when she bumped straight into what felt like a wall.
"Oh, jeez, I'm so-" Mack cut off as she looked up to see Clark, all smiles and holding her arm to keep her from falling. "Clark? What are you doing here?"
"Mack! I could ask the same question." She noted the press badge on his chest, and the fact he hadn't released her arm yet. Giving him a smile, she shrugged.
"My boss was invited, and he always insists I come along." She pulled her arm away slowly, ignoring the goosebumps his touch had given her. Smoothing a hand down her dress, she readjusted her grip on her glass as she began to back up. "I should let you get back to work-" Again, she bumped into something solid, and she wanted to curse her luck as she spun to see Bruce Wayne. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, Mr. Wayne."
"That's quite alright." He gave a fairly charming smile, even as Clark stepped between them, partially blocking her view.
"Excuse me, Mr. Wayne? Could I ask a few questions for the Daily Planet?" Clark's voice was all business and instinctively Mack moved to step aside. Sipping her drink, she listened in as Clark and Wayne debated over Gotham's own vigilante, the Batman, only turning fully back towards the men as another joined them.
"Boys!" Lex Luthor clapped his hands together, taking the attention of both men. When Clark glanced her way, she gave a small wave and headed off, deciding that tonight had certainly been more than adventurous enough. Stopping to bid her boss a good night, Mack made her way home. She had only just gotten settled in her pajamas for a bit of YouTube when she heard Clark coming home. Glad to hear he'd made it safely, she easily relaxed, less than surprised to hear her door open.
"Mack? You up?" His voice is soft as he pads into her apartment, and she raises a hand to answer. "Mind if I join you?" Clark is already moving towards the couch, and she shifts to accommodate him.
"Some party, huh?" She glances at him as she flicks to the next video, smirking just a bit.
"Yeah, well… let's just hope I don't have to go to another one anytime soon." He chuckled as he sat back, his arm automatically draping along the back of the couch behind her. It was only too easy for Mack to relax against his side as they watched the videos together.
"I wish I could say the same. I end up at those things way too often." She could feel Clark's gaze on her. "As a personal assistant, it's my job to stay by my boss' side and do whatever he asks. It isn't often a lot, but occasionally I fetch drinks or the car," she looked up to smirk at him, "and, of course, distract those pesky reporters." Clark gave a chuckle.
"Just doing my job. Besides, Wayne was...more than enough." Something in his gaze hardened.
"What's wrong?" When he didn't immediately answer, Mack pressed her lips together, assuming this was another Superman issue. Deciding not to push, she turned back to the television, snuggled closer against his side, and turned to a movie to distract them both. The night pushed on, and even as she began to drift off in the warmth Clark was giving off, she wondered if he would stick around until morning. Her last thought was that she sincerely hoped he did.
