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I know it's short, but the next chapter should be longer.
Chapter 2:
Clark let Elaine pull him onto the floor where they started dancing to Britney Spears's: Toxic. Lois watched them from her place at the bar. Clark was actually really good. His movements seemed natural, and his demeanor was nothing like that of the shy, self-conscious farm boy she had gotten to know. Frank returned carrying two bottles of the red alcohol. He glanced at her and then to Clark and Elaine and back at her. "Kal never stays with one woman very long," he commented.
Lois raised an eyebrow at him, "Farmboy and I aren't here together like that. I brought him here to help him get over his wife's death."
"Somehow, I just can't picture Kal having a wife," he said in a clearly disbelieving tone.
Just then Clark came back over and sat down on his stool. Lois rolled her eyes as Elaine planted herself in his lap. "Did you lose your nerve, Farmboy?" He looked at her questioningly and she pointed to the shot glasses on the bar.
He smirked. "So, we're one, one so far, right?" he asked as he easily lifted Elaine out of his lap and set her down on the stool next to himself. Lois nodded and Clark picked up the shot and knocked it back like it was nothing. He set it down on the bar, never breaking eye contact with Lois, "I think that makes two, one."
This time, Lois noticed that the liquid had glowed when Clark had picked it up as well as the brief flash of red in his eyes. She wondered what had happened as she picked up her shot and drank it down as easily as Clark had.
After the first few shots, Elaine got bored, left them there, and disappeared in the mass of dancing people. A half hour and a good many shots later, Clark blinked several times, having trouble focusing on anything. In his state, he vaguely knew that the alcohol shouldn't be affecting him; but he brushed off the feeling that something was wrong and drank down another shot. "Which one of you is going next?" Clark slurred to the three Loises he saw.
"Clark, are you all right?" Lois asked, voice laced with concern.
"Perfectly fine," he said. Frank handed him a plastic bucket just in time, and Clark vomited into it.
"Yeah, I don't think so, Clarkie," she said as she helped him stand. "C'mon, I think you've had enough fun for the night." Lois helped him walk out of the night club. As they were walking down the street, Clark stumbled on nothing and nearly took Lois down with him. "You're gonna have to help me out here, Clark. You're heavy," she said as she struggled to keep him standing. He mumbled something that she couldn't understand.
Suddenly, Lois felt him get a lot lighter. Surprised, she looked over at him and was shocked to see him floating a foot off the ground. "Clark! What the heck!"
Clark gave her a confused look, "What?"
"You're floating!" she hissed in a quiet yell.
He looked down, "Yeah, I think you might be right. I wonder how that happened." He tried to will himself down to the ground but couldn't. "Uh, Lois? I don't think I can get down."
She pulled him down to the ground, but he slowly started to hover again. "We can figure this out at my apartment." She pulled him all the way to her car and moved him into the passenger side. She buckled the seat belt to keep him from hovering and then got into the driver's side and buckled her own seatbelt. "Now, just try not to throw up, Clark."
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