A/N: Written for the drunk/tired Contrelamontre challenge. 45-minute time-
limit
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Lex poured himself another glass of brandy and settled back on his expensive leather couch, taking a long drink. He swirled the glass around, watching the amber liquid churning around inside and couldn't help comparing the motion to the thoughts flying around in his mind. He gulped back more of the drink, trying to quiet the quarrelling voices inside his head. It didn't work. It never worked.
Clark would've told him to stop, put the glass down, not to drown himself in the alcohol. That it wasn't the answer to his problems.
Who cares what Clark would say? his alcohol-induced mind protested. He's the reason you're in this mess.
He knew that it wasn't really Clark's fault that he felt like this, and he knew that he shouldn't blame his friend, but he had to place the blame on someone, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be himself.
Lex grabbed the stereo remote and turned it on. Invisible Man by 98 Degrees floated through the speakers, and he quickly shut it off again, scowling. He hated that song. It reminded him of himself when he was around Clark.
If Clark would just see him, really look at him, he would know what Lex felt for him. But he never did. He blamed Lana for that one. Every time she was around, Clark's eyes flew to her, and suddenly Lex was invisible again. There had been plenty of times when he'd just quietly left, and Clark never seemed to notice.
He gulped back the rest of the drink and leaned forward to pour himself another glass.
Oops. Spilled some.
He wondered if Clark would ever really look at him, or if he was doomed to be the invisible man forever.
He wondered why the alcohol wasn't stopping the voices in his head.
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Lex poured himself another glass of brandy and settled back on his expensive leather couch, taking a long drink. He swirled the glass around, watching the amber liquid churning around inside and couldn't help comparing the motion to the thoughts flying around in his mind. He gulped back more of the drink, trying to quiet the quarrelling voices inside his head. It didn't work. It never worked.
Clark would've told him to stop, put the glass down, not to drown himself in the alcohol. That it wasn't the answer to his problems.
Who cares what Clark would say? his alcohol-induced mind protested. He's the reason you're in this mess.
He knew that it wasn't really Clark's fault that he felt like this, and he knew that he shouldn't blame his friend, but he had to place the blame on someone, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be himself.
Lex grabbed the stereo remote and turned it on. Invisible Man by 98 Degrees floated through the speakers, and he quickly shut it off again, scowling. He hated that song. It reminded him of himself when he was around Clark.
If Clark would just see him, really look at him, he would know what Lex felt for him. But he never did. He blamed Lana for that one. Every time she was around, Clark's eyes flew to her, and suddenly Lex was invisible again. There had been plenty of times when he'd just quietly left, and Clark never seemed to notice.
He gulped back the rest of the drink and leaned forward to pour himself another glass.
Oops. Spilled some.
He wondered if Clark would ever really look at him, or if he was doomed to be the invisible man forever.
He wondered why the alcohol wasn't stopping the voices in his head.