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~Something very silly...(sorry Markers - I read 'Masquerades' and something in my head went 'ping'...) Futurefic, my AU, after BNWII . Sometime at Met.U. ...~
LEX
A costume party. How the hell did I allow myself to get talked into this? Oh, yeah, Chloe, doing something that made it impossible to say no to her at that point. Now I'm surrounded by drunk students. These dorm blocks were new when I was at Met. U - now they look like a few years of parties have been through them. Not that I lived in the dorms, of course, but I used to 'slum it' occasionally - god, I was a little prick back then. Where are my friends? The people responsible for this potential humiliation? Ah.
Clark has come as James Bond - he's determined to get his money's worth out of that tux. I still think I'd make a better Bond than him. He thought I'd make a good Blofeld.
Chloe's Catwoman - and that is a -hot- costume. If I was Blofeld, maybe I could go for a cat in my lap...Grin to myself, because I think Chloe's going to like this costume.
I'm...not putting my hood down yet. I hope I'm going to be pretty unrecognisable. I wouldn't tell them what I was turning up as, so I know they've been eyeing up every masked man. I did toy with the idea of Zorro, but that's not really me. Chloe wanted me to be Dr. Evil. That's just too much ammunition - I don't want to be on the front page anywhere tomorrow. Bad enough trying to explain to the Mayor that I couldn't make dinner tonight, without explaining why.
Difficult to find something suitable, that disguises me sufficiently. Then I thought of this. I hope it works.
They're starting to get pissy now, so I walk forward. Flip the hood back.
I enjoyed that.
Come on, with this head - who else could I be? Dark, evil and with some really cool weapons?
CLARK
Catwoman has just been chased down the hallway by Darth Maul. Hell of a party.
~Something very silly...(sorry Markers - I read 'Masquerades' and something in my head went 'ping'...) Futurefic, my AU, after BNWII . Sometime at Met.U. ...~
LEX
A costume party. How the hell did I allow myself to get talked into this? Oh, yeah, Chloe, doing something that made it impossible to say no to her at that point. Now I'm surrounded by drunk students. These dorm blocks were new when I was at Met. U - now they look like a few years of parties have been through them. Not that I lived in the dorms, of course, but I used to 'slum it' occasionally - god, I was a little prick back then. Where are my friends? The people responsible for this potential humiliation? Ah.
Clark has come as James Bond - he's determined to get his money's worth out of that tux. I still think I'd make a better Bond than him. He thought I'd make a good Blofeld.
Chloe's Catwoman - and that is a -hot- costume. If I was Blofeld, maybe I could go for a cat in my lap...Grin to myself, because I think Chloe's going to like this costume.
I'm...not putting my hood down yet. I hope I'm going to be pretty unrecognisable. I wouldn't tell them what I was turning up as, so I know they've been eyeing up every masked man. I did toy with the idea of Zorro, but that's not really me. Chloe wanted me to be Dr. Evil. That's just too much ammunition - I don't want to be on the front page anywhere tomorrow. Bad enough trying to explain to the Mayor that I couldn't make dinner tonight, without explaining why.
Difficult to find something suitable, that disguises me sufficiently. Then I thought of this. I hope it works.
They're starting to get pissy now, so I walk forward. Flip the hood back.
I enjoyed that.
Come on, with this head - who else could I be? Dark, evil and with some really cool weapons?
CLARK
Catwoman has just been chased down the hallway by Darth Maul. Hell of a party.