"How cute was he," Miranda asked wiping off the counter. "Sauntering in
here like he owned the place."
"He probably does," Chloe replied under her breath. "Anyway, saying Lex Luthor is cute is like comparing Satan to a giant pastel bunny that gives you chocolate if you ask it nicely."
Miranda made a purring noise and licked her lips. "You think he'll give me some chocolate if I ask real nice," she drawled before throwing her head back with laughter. She recovered just in time to grab the wet rag Chloe threw at her before it hit her face. "No, really what's the deal with you guys? You were kind of chummy back there."
"We have history," she said not wanting to delve into all the juicy details. Miranda leaned her chin on her fist and put a set look on her face.
"History like Mr. Sanders writing on the chalk board, take notes because theirs going to be a quiz on Friday history, or, 'Chloe why don't you come to my big mansion so we can screw like'," she paused and put a sly smile on her face. "Bunnies."
Chloe groaned. "I'm never going to be able to live that stupid analogy down am I?" Miranda shook her head, a big smile plastered on her face. "Our 'history' is somewhere in between." Miranda looked at her expectantly. "I worked for his father for several months trying to gain enough information to destroy his company so Lex could reap all the benefits, at the same time as I was trying to save Clark from whatever fate Lionel had in store for him, and, make enough money to buy the new iPod laptop that I wanted, which, by the way, in the end turned out to be a total waste because it didn't have nearly enough ram to store everything I needed it to, but in the end it all turned out for the better because Clark is saved, Lex is in charge of the company, I got an even better laptop, and, Lionel is just old, though, he still has amazingly great hair. Bastard."
"Was that all one sentence," Miranda asked raising one eyebrow.
Chloe repeated it to herself then nodded.
"So you helped bring down LuthorCorp?"
"Only a little bit," Chloe replied in a small voice. At that Miranda let out a very un-lady like snort.
"Only a little bit? Chloe Sullivan what the hell are you doing working in this place like this," she motioned to the restaurant around her. "Only a little bit? No wonder he's so smitten."
"What are you talking about? You go on about this place like it's a strip bar and Lex is not smitten with me," she said in a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Ohh, Its just Lex now. So did you two ever get it on," she asked waggling her eyebrows at the short blonde.
"What are you in like second grade," she asked trying to stop the blush that was threatening her cheeks. "You're like a second grade boy."
"Ohhh, You and Lex Got it On. Yeah you did. Chloe got some." Chloe grabbed the other woman's arm to silence her before she started singing and dancing on the table.
"We didn't sleep together. Hell we only kissed once. Well, actually I kissed him once." She stopped when Miranda's eyes got wide.
"You only kissed once," she asked incredulously.
"Yes. Why? What's wrong with that," Chloe asked confused.
"Way I see it that Luthor's a fine piece of man. Sort of like a bag on Lay's." At Chloe's questioning look she clarified. "You can never have just one."
Chloe shook her head and chuckled. "You are a second grade boy. You're name is Mike. You raise hell when the teacher is out of the class and you make little girls cry. Bad Mike," she said laughing. The bell above the door jangled as a couple came in and sat in Chloe's section. "I'm going to go take care of them."
"You do that. People may start to think we don't work around here," she called to the retreating figure.
"Whatever you say Mike," she threw over her shoulder before taking the couple's order.
Lex Luthor buried his head in his hands and groaned. Nearly two decades of living with his father had taught him the art 'The Placid Expression': When the face showed complete interest in whatever the speaker was saying but the ears heard none of it. He thought his skills to be unbeatable, Olympic even. No one had ever dared test his ability to look unfazed. Until now.
".And then my teacher, Miss. Tina, she made us all make pictures with glitter and Richard said it was stupid. I don't like Richard but his mom makes really good cookies, he said it was stupid and Miss. Tina made him stand with his nose to the wall and count to a ten, but I don't think Richard can count to a ten. So I made my glitter picture."
Joey was seated in one of the chairs around the conference table where the meeting between the heads of two major companies was about to take place, and he didn't have a care in the world, except glitter pictures. All the chairs around the table were rotating chairs, so Lex had heard the entire recount from the first day of school to when Alex had eaten all the glue while the little blonde spun himself around. He was sure whomever designed the board- room had not had four year olds in mind. Lex was fine as long as he didn't throw up. Barf and Armani didn't match. Just as Joey began telling him about how he learned that a joey was also a baby kangaroo the door to the conference room swung open.
His father stepped through followed by three lackeys. Joey stopped spinning and took in the four men. "Hi."
All four men looked at the child with amazement. If Purity could kill Lex would be out a father and in an inheritance.
"Father quit looking at him like a zoo animal," Lex's voice cut through the room snapping his father out of the dazed expression he was shooting at Joey.
"Wow. You're Lex's dad. Cool. How old are you," Joey rushed together, while he jumped out of his chair. "What's your name."
Lex tensed as his father knelt down in front of Joey. Lionel peered at him for a minute but the boy never wavered for a second. "Lionel Luthor. And who, may I ask, are you?"
"Joey. Li-o-nel," he said accentuating each syllable. "That's a funny name it makes you sound like a girl." With that he turned and skipped back to his chair to continue his spinning.
"He's not yours is he," Lionel asked directing his question to the youngest Luthor who now had his head resting on the table.
"If he is I don't remember the process by which he got here, which would make it quite an unfortunate conception if you ask me," he replied not bothering to raise his head up from the table. Lionel nodded once in understanding.
"Good. I think." One of Lionel's lackeys's placed a brief case on the table before Lex and removed several papers. "These are concerning the upcoming meetings with Wayne Enterprises. I hear there's going to be a charity ball that evening. Sounds like fun. Now, I know you like that friend of yours but it shouldn't interfere with your cutthroat business-manship. Don't screw up these deals Lex."
"Is that all father because I really have more important matters to attend to." Lionel looked at Joey then smirked.
"It would appear so." He leaned down close to Lex and whispered in his ear, "I hope she's worth it son."
With that he gathered his papers and made his way to the door with the three men in tow.
"Lonny."
Lionel spun round around with a shocked look on his face. "What did you say young man?"
"I'm going to call you Lonny. It's a much better name," Joey said assuredly looking at Lionel across the table.
The eldest Luthor made his way across the room and sat in the seat right next to Joey. He turned the boy to face him and placed both of his hands on the armrests.
'Please don't kill him. Please don't kill him,' Lex chanted in his head. "Dad," he said with the hint of a warning. Then something amazing happened. The cool façade his father always wore cracked and turned into a big smile before it evolved into an outright laugh.
"I haven't been Lonny since Woodstock 1969. God that was an amazing place. The music, the bands, the girls," he said suggestively at Lex. Lex was in the twilight zone. He wasn't sure if his mouth was hanging open because he couldn't feel his face. "Well, What did you think I did in the 60's? Look at my hair."
"School, taking over businesses, ritual sacrifices," Lex shrugged still not believing that his father was once a hippie.
"Not in '69, son. That year I was Lonny Lonnel. Protesting Nam. Flowing with the music. It was a socialist paradise," his father said dreamily.
'Is that like a gangsters paradise where everyone gets shot equally.'
"What's a Woodstock," came the voice from beside Lionel.
"Let me tell you, young man, Woodstock was as close to heaven as this old man's ever going to get," Lionel/ Lonny replied as he settled himself in to tell the boy the whole story.
"Duke have them hold the limo down stairs. We'll be here a while," he motioned to one of the men still standing at the door. "It all started when." Lex groaned and thumped his head back down on the heavy oak table.
"I give up."
"He probably does," Chloe replied under her breath. "Anyway, saying Lex Luthor is cute is like comparing Satan to a giant pastel bunny that gives you chocolate if you ask it nicely."
Miranda made a purring noise and licked her lips. "You think he'll give me some chocolate if I ask real nice," she drawled before throwing her head back with laughter. She recovered just in time to grab the wet rag Chloe threw at her before it hit her face. "No, really what's the deal with you guys? You were kind of chummy back there."
"We have history," she said not wanting to delve into all the juicy details. Miranda leaned her chin on her fist and put a set look on her face.
"History like Mr. Sanders writing on the chalk board, take notes because theirs going to be a quiz on Friday history, or, 'Chloe why don't you come to my big mansion so we can screw like'," she paused and put a sly smile on her face. "Bunnies."
Chloe groaned. "I'm never going to be able to live that stupid analogy down am I?" Miranda shook her head, a big smile plastered on her face. "Our 'history' is somewhere in between." Miranda looked at her expectantly. "I worked for his father for several months trying to gain enough information to destroy his company so Lex could reap all the benefits, at the same time as I was trying to save Clark from whatever fate Lionel had in store for him, and, make enough money to buy the new iPod laptop that I wanted, which, by the way, in the end turned out to be a total waste because it didn't have nearly enough ram to store everything I needed it to, but in the end it all turned out for the better because Clark is saved, Lex is in charge of the company, I got an even better laptop, and, Lionel is just old, though, he still has amazingly great hair. Bastard."
"Was that all one sentence," Miranda asked raising one eyebrow.
Chloe repeated it to herself then nodded.
"So you helped bring down LuthorCorp?"
"Only a little bit," Chloe replied in a small voice. At that Miranda let out a very un-lady like snort.
"Only a little bit? Chloe Sullivan what the hell are you doing working in this place like this," she motioned to the restaurant around her. "Only a little bit? No wonder he's so smitten."
"What are you talking about? You go on about this place like it's a strip bar and Lex is not smitten with me," she said in a huff, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Ohh, Its just Lex now. So did you two ever get it on," she asked waggling her eyebrows at the short blonde.
"What are you in like second grade," she asked trying to stop the blush that was threatening her cheeks. "You're like a second grade boy."
"Ohhh, You and Lex Got it On. Yeah you did. Chloe got some." Chloe grabbed the other woman's arm to silence her before she started singing and dancing on the table.
"We didn't sleep together. Hell we only kissed once. Well, actually I kissed him once." She stopped when Miranda's eyes got wide.
"You only kissed once," she asked incredulously.
"Yes. Why? What's wrong with that," Chloe asked confused.
"Way I see it that Luthor's a fine piece of man. Sort of like a bag on Lay's." At Chloe's questioning look she clarified. "You can never have just one."
Chloe shook her head and chuckled. "You are a second grade boy. You're name is Mike. You raise hell when the teacher is out of the class and you make little girls cry. Bad Mike," she said laughing. The bell above the door jangled as a couple came in and sat in Chloe's section. "I'm going to go take care of them."
"You do that. People may start to think we don't work around here," she called to the retreating figure.
"Whatever you say Mike," she threw over her shoulder before taking the couple's order.
Lex Luthor buried his head in his hands and groaned. Nearly two decades of living with his father had taught him the art 'The Placid Expression': When the face showed complete interest in whatever the speaker was saying but the ears heard none of it. He thought his skills to be unbeatable, Olympic even. No one had ever dared test his ability to look unfazed. Until now.
".And then my teacher, Miss. Tina, she made us all make pictures with glitter and Richard said it was stupid. I don't like Richard but his mom makes really good cookies, he said it was stupid and Miss. Tina made him stand with his nose to the wall and count to a ten, but I don't think Richard can count to a ten. So I made my glitter picture."
Joey was seated in one of the chairs around the conference table where the meeting between the heads of two major companies was about to take place, and he didn't have a care in the world, except glitter pictures. All the chairs around the table were rotating chairs, so Lex had heard the entire recount from the first day of school to when Alex had eaten all the glue while the little blonde spun himself around. He was sure whomever designed the board- room had not had four year olds in mind. Lex was fine as long as he didn't throw up. Barf and Armani didn't match. Just as Joey began telling him about how he learned that a joey was also a baby kangaroo the door to the conference room swung open.
His father stepped through followed by three lackeys. Joey stopped spinning and took in the four men. "Hi."
All four men looked at the child with amazement. If Purity could kill Lex would be out a father and in an inheritance.
"Father quit looking at him like a zoo animal," Lex's voice cut through the room snapping his father out of the dazed expression he was shooting at Joey.
"Wow. You're Lex's dad. Cool. How old are you," Joey rushed together, while he jumped out of his chair. "What's your name."
Lex tensed as his father knelt down in front of Joey. Lionel peered at him for a minute but the boy never wavered for a second. "Lionel Luthor. And who, may I ask, are you?"
"Joey. Li-o-nel," he said accentuating each syllable. "That's a funny name it makes you sound like a girl." With that he turned and skipped back to his chair to continue his spinning.
"He's not yours is he," Lionel asked directing his question to the youngest Luthor who now had his head resting on the table.
"If he is I don't remember the process by which he got here, which would make it quite an unfortunate conception if you ask me," he replied not bothering to raise his head up from the table. Lionel nodded once in understanding.
"Good. I think." One of Lionel's lackeys's placed a brief case on the table before Lex and removed several papers. "These are concerning the upcoming meetings with Wayne Enterprises. I hear there's going to be a charity ball that evening. Sounds like fun. Now, I know you like that friend of yours but it shouldn't interfere with your cutthroat business-manship. Don't screw up these deals Lex."
"Is that all father because I really have more important matters to attend to." Lionel looked at Joey then smirked.
"It would appear so." He leaned down close to Lex and whispered in his ear, "I hope she's worth it son."
With that he gathered his papers and made his way to the door with the three men in tow.
"Lonny."
Lionel spun round around with a shocked look on his face. "What did you say young man?"
"I'm going to call you Lonny. It's a much better name," Joey said assuredly looking at Lionel across the table.
The eldest Luthor made his way across the room and sat in the seat right next to Joey. He turned the boy to face him and placed both of his hands on the armrests.
'Please don't kill him. Please don't kill him,' Lex chanted in his head. "Dad," he said with the hint of a warning. Then something amazing happened. The cool façade his father always wore cracked and turned into a big smile before it evolved into an outright laugh.
"I haven't been Lonny since Woodstock 1969. God that was an amazing place. The music, the bands, the girls," he said suggestively at Lex. Lex was in the twilight zone. He wasn't sure if his mouth was hanging open because he couldn't feel his face. "Well, What did you think I did in the 60's? Look at my hair."
"School, taking over businesses, ritual sacrifices," Lex shrugged still not believing that his father was once a hippie.
"Not in '69, son. That year I was Lonny Lonnel. Protesting Nam. Flowing with the music. It was a socialist paradise," his father said dreamily.
'Is that like a gangsters paradise where everyone gets shot equally.'
"What's a Woodstock," came the voice from beside Lionel.
"Let me tell you, young man, Woodstock was as close to heaven as this old man's ever going to get," Lionel/ Lonny replied as he settled himself in to tell the boy the whole story.
"Duke have them hold the limo down stairs. We'll be here a while," he motioned to one of the men still standing at the door. "It all started when." Lex groaned and thumped his head back down on the heavy oak table.
"I give up."