Title: Trivial 51: Party Preparation
Author: Kel
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: Chloe becomes The Party Planner
Archive: Knock yourself out.
Notes: This is one of a multi-Trivial arc. Things to remember from previous Trivials... 1) Chloe is the only one who knows.
"You know, I figured a guy like you would hire someone to plan this... thing."
"I prefer to keep my private affairs as private as possible, Chloe."
"Right. So says the rich man who's about to come out in Smallville."
"Chloe, lay off."
"Jeeze, touchy much? Come on, Clark. This is Lex Luthor. It's not like he's helpless or anything."
"You should listen to her, Clark."
"You're the one always telling me not to believe anything Chloe tells me!"
"You said what?"
"When he comes home bearing tales of exploding heads, Coke, and Pop Rocks, then yes."
"Oh, that. That was just to get you guys together."
"And I suppose that I should thank you for taking such an active interest in my private life."
"No problem, Lex. Small town, nothing else to do but play matchmaker. Okay... this going to be the table for tonight, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay. You, Bald and Brooding. Head of the table. You, Geeky and Clueless, foot of the table. Traditional, right? Lord and lady of the manor at the ends? Okay, good. Right. Now...
Who else is invited?"
"My father. Clark's parents. Pete. Lana and the quarterback."
"Lex, he's got a name."
"Yes, he does. I know it very well; it's on my list."
"Um... I think I just missed something. Anyway. What about Lana's aunt Nell?"
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"Okay." *scribbling* "Okay. Here's the deal. Lex at the head of the table; on his left, Lionel. On his right, Jonathan and then Martha. Then, beside Lionel, Lana. Then Whitney, across from Whitney is Pete, then me beside Pete, and then Clark at the bottom. Course, that leaves an empty seat beside Whitney, but that's the seating chart."
"Does anyone in this little get together have any food allergies that I should know about before I turn the menu into the kitchen?"
"Serve corn and I'll kill you myself."
"Yeah. What she said."
"All right. I can understand the aversion to corn. Chloe, leave the seating chart with me; I'll have the placards made up so everyone can find their seats. Clark, you call your parents and do whatever you have to do to get them over here. Chloe, you call Lana and the quarterback and do the same. I'm going to beard the old bast--my father, that is, in his den and bully him into coming."
"Um... okay. I'm going to go get started on these phone calls. Lex, can I use the library? I've got my own phone."
"Of course."
"Okay. Great. See you in a little while."
"Lex... are you sure you want to do this?"
*quiet pause* "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
The End
Author: Kel
Rating: R-ish
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Summary: Chloe becomes The Party Planner
Archive: Knock yourself out.
Notes: This is one of a multi-Trivial arc. Things to remember from previous Trivials... 1) Chloe is the only one who knows.
"You know, I figured a guy like you would hire someone to plan this... thing."
"I prefer to keep my private affairs as private as possible, Chloe."
"Right. So says the rich man who's about to come out in Smallville."
"Chloe, lay off."
"Jeeze, touchy much? Come on, Clark. This is Lex Luthor. It's not like he's helpless or anything."
"You should listen to her, Clark."
"You're the one always telling me not to believe anything Chloe tells me!"
"You said what?"
"When he comes home bearing tales of exploding heads, Coke, and Pop Rocks, then yes."
"Oh, that. That was just to get you guys together."
"And I suppose that I should thank you for taking such an active interest in my private life."
"No problem, Lex. Small town, nothing else to do but play matchmaker. Okay... this going to be the table for tonight, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay. You, Bald and Brooding. Head of the table. You, Geeky and Clueless, foot of the table. Traditional, right? Lord and lady of the manor at the ends? Okay, good. Right. Now...
Who else is invited?"
"My father. Clark's parents. Pete. Lana and the quarterback."
"Lex, he's got a name."
"Yes, he does. I know it very well; it's on my list."
"Um... I think I just missed something. Anyway. What about Lana's aunt Nell?"
"No."
"No?"
"No."
"Okay." *scribbling* "Okay. Here's the deal. Lex at the head of the table; on his left, Lionel. On his right, Jonathan and then Martha. Then, beside Lionel, Lana. Then Whitney, across from Whitney is Pete, then me beside Pete, and then Clark at the bottom. Course, that leaves an empty seat beside Whitney, but that's the seating chart."
"Does anyone in this little get together have any food allergies that I should know about before I turn the menu into the kitchen?"
"Serve corn and I'll kill you myself."
"Yeah. What she said."
"All right. I can understand the aversion to corn. Chloe, leave the seating chart with me; I'll have the placards made up so everyone can find their seats. Clark, you call your parents and do whatever you have to do to get them over here. Chloe, you call Lana and the quarterback and do the same. I'm going to beard the old bast--my father, that is, in his den and bully him into coming."
"Um... okay. I'm going to go get started on these phone calls. Lex, can I use the library? I've got my own phone."
"Of course."
"Okay. Great. See you in a little while."
"Lex... are you sure you want to do this?"
*quiet pause* "I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
The End