Title: Intoxicating Charm
Disclaimer: *I own Lex*, he lives under my bed and fetches me coffee every morning (just kidding)
Summary: Lex and Chloe have an unpleasant encounter with each other at a club in Metropolis. Chloe makes a few bad decisions and an amusing chaos ensues.
Chapter 1: Toothpaste Boy
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Chloe found her way out of the packed dance floor through the bright lights of the club. The pulsating music and the constant dancing had tired her out. This was the last day of her summer internship at the newspaper, and she and her cousin had gone out to celebrate. She poured herself some punch looked around for someone she recognized, but there were just too many people and too much chaos to find anyone. Just the way she liked it.
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Lex withdrew from the girl he was dancing with, making an excuse about needing to make a phone call. The airhead actually believed him. He fought through the crowd, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
So this was what people his age did nowadays... he'd lost touch with this world, full of mindless fun and games. Serves him right for spending time with the teens of Smallville. It was probably a good thing though, most of the people here were either high or drunk and a few years ago, he would have been too. Once out of the crowd his eye caught a strangely familiar figure. Was that...? No, it couldn't be... could it?
The heat in the room was intense, even though she *was* wearing a leather mini. Chloe noticed a tall dark figure out the corner of her eye while she leaned over the punch bowl.
Chloe sighed, maybe the leather mini hadn't been such a great idea, "Look, I'm sure you're a nice guy but I don't think I can dance another minute withou-" Chloe stopped when her eyes met those of Lex Luthor.
"Actually, I'm just here for the punch." Lex joked, but his eyes displayed a hint of tension. What was the Sullivan girl doing at one of *these* parties in Metropolis? He seized her drink away from her, tasting it then breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't spiked.
"Hey, get your own." Chloe frowned, snatching the cup back. She could tell that he was worried about her presence here, but she didn't need supervision.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Lex asked, with an even tone. This party was no place for a girl from Smallville.
What was his problem? The last thing she needed was another person telling her to be careful in the big bad city of Metropolis, it's not like she was new to the place. "Having a good time," she snapped, "You should try it sometime, look around everyone here is happy and-"
"High," Lex finished off. He looked sharply into her eyes, and was met with a fiery stare. Nope, she wasn't stoned. "These people have a whole different definition for a *good time*. "What are you doing in Metropolis anyway?"
"I'm only here for a few more days... I had an summer internship at the Planet and-" she paused, "Why do I have to explain myself to you anyway?" she'd been having such a good time before he showed up with all his questions. It wasn't like he owned the place.
Lex breathed out to calm himself down. "Well, seeing as how I'm part owner of this club, I think I have a right to know," This feisty little blonde was almost as stubborn as he was. "At least let me drive you back to wherever you're staying." he continued through gritted teeth.
"I'm here with friends, seeing as I used to live in Metropolis, I do have a few." Chloe said throwing away her plastic cup. Rich snob. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to hang around people who aren't as uptight as my present company,"
"I never knew you could be such a little-"
"Lex!" a guy came up them interrupting the conversation. He was about a foot taller than anyone else in the room, with dark hair and stunningly green eyes. "Great night for dancing, huh?" He then noticed Chloe and flashed her a brilliant smile. "Who's your friend Lex?" he asked, shamelessly studying her physique.
Chloe sighed inwardly, shouldn't the moron go back to the toothpaste commercial where he belonged?
"Hi, I'm Victor..." If it was possible, his smile grew wider. Chloe thought his face might crack.
Lex put his hand out to stop him before he took another step. Chloe was a friend by association, and he wasn't about to let her do anything she'd regret later, "Not this one Vic," He said expressionless.
Victor shrugged disappointedly at Chloe, "Oh... You're one of Lex's girls. I don't know how he does it, but he always snags the good ones!"
"I'm not one of his *girls*!" Chloe almost shrieked. How dare Lex dictate who she did and didn't get to know! She wasn't going to let him get away with it.
"Great... then you won't mind if I ask you to dance?" Toothpaste boy didn't give up.
"Of course not, Victor," Chloe replied, drawing out his name.
"Please, call me Vic," he said placing his hand on her back and leading her into the thick crowd.
"Vic," Chloe said with the sweetest voice she could muster, looking directly at Lex. He might own everything else in the world, but he didn't own her.
Lex shook his head, Chloe had gotten herself into more trouble than she could handle. She was too trusting, well... trusting to everyone else except himself. How ironic. He'd have to keep an eye on Chloe...
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Please Review! Should I go continue?
Disclaimer: *I own Lex*, he lives under my bed and fetches me coffee every morning (just kidding)
Summary: Lex and Chloe have an unpleasant encounter with each other at a club in Metropolis. Chloe makes a few bad decisions and an amusing chaos ensues.
Chapter 1: Toothpaste Boy
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chloe found her way out of the packed dance floor through the bright lights of the club. The pulsating music and the constant dancing had tired her out. This was the last day of her summer internship at the newspaper, and she and her cousin had gone out to celebrate. She poured herself some punch looked around for someone she recognized, but there were just too many people and too much chaos to find anyone. Just the way she liked it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Lex withdrew from the girl he was dancing with, making an excuse about needing to make a phone call. The airhead actually believed him. He fought through the crowd, wanting to leave as soon as possible.
So this was what people his age did nowadays... he'd lost touch with this world, full of mindless fun and games. Serves him right for spending time with the teens of Smallville. It was probably a good thing though, most of the people here were either high or drunk and a few years ago, he would have been too. Once out of the crowd his eye caught a strangely familiar figure. Was that...? No, it couldn't be... could it?
The heat in the room was intense, even though she *was* wearing a leather mini. Chloe noticed a tall dark figure out the corner of her eye while she leaned over the punch bowl.
Chloe sighed, maybe the leather mini hadn't been such a great idea, "Look, I'm sure you're a nice guy but I don't think I can dance another minute withou-" Chloe stopped when her eyes met those of Lex Luthor.
"Actually, I'm just here for the punch." Lex joked, but his eyes displayed a hint of tension. What was the Sullivan girl doing at one of *these* parties in Metropolis? He seized her drink away from her, tasting it then breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't spiked.
"Hey, get your own." Chloe frowned, snatching the cup back. She could tell that he was worried about her presence here, but she didn't need supervision.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Lex asked, with an even tone. This party was no place for a girl from Smallville.
What was his problem? The last thing she needed was another person telling her to be careful in the big bad city of Metropolis, it's not like she was new to the place. "Having a good time," she snapped, "You should try it sometime, look around everyone here is happy and-"
"High," Lex finished off. He looked sharply into her eyes, and was met with a fiery stare. Nope, she wasn't stoned. "These people have a whole different definition for a *good time*. "What are you doing in Metropolis anyway?"
"I'm only here for a few more days... I had an summer internship at the Planet and-" she paused, "Why do I have to explain myself to you anyway?" she'd been having such a good time before he showed up with all his questions. It wasn't like he owned the place.
Lex breathed out to calm himself down. "Well, seeing as how I'm part owner of this club, I think I have a right to know," This feisty little blonde was almost as stubborn as he was. "At least let me drive you back to wherever you're staying." he continued through gritted teeth.
"I'm here with friends, seeing as I used to live in Metropolis, I do have a few." Chloe said throwing away her plastic cup. Rich snob. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to hang around people who aren't as uptight as my present company,"
"I never knew you could be such a little-"
"Lex!" a guy came up them interrupting the conversation. He was about a foot taller than anyone else in the room, with dark hair and stunningly green eyes. "Great night for dancing, huh?" He then noticed Chloe and flashed her a brilliant smile. "Who's your friend Lex?" he asked, shamelessly studying her physique.
Chloe sighed inwardly, shouldn't the moron go back to the toothpaste commercial where he belonged?
"Hi, I'm Victor..." If it was possible, his smile grew wider. Chloe thought his face might crack.
Lex put his hand out to stop him before he took another step. Chloe was a friend by association, and he wasn't about to let her do anything she'd regret later, "Not this one Vic," He said expressionless.
Victor shrugged disappointedly at Chloe, "Oh... You're one of Lex's girls. I don't know how he does it, but he always snags the good ones!"
"I'm not one of his *girls*!" Chloe almost shrieked. How dare Lex dictate who she did and didn't get to know! She wasn't going to let him get away with it.
"Great... then you won't mind if I ask you to dance?" Toothpaste boy didn't give up.
"Of course not, Victor," Chloe replied, drawing out his name.
"Please, call me Vic," he said placing his hand on her back and leading her into the thick crowd.
"Vic," Chloe said with the sweetest voice she could muster, looking directly at Lex. He might own everything else in the world, but he didn't own her.
Lex shook his head, Chloe had gotten herself into more trouble than she could handle. She was too trusting, well... trusting to everyone else except himself. How ironic. He'd have to keep an eye on Chloe...
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