Lex was fuming. He had offered to board Lana's horse, Tyson, at the mansion stables' - free of charge - in a thinly veiled attempt to get closer to her. Typically (and almost predictably) she had declined, backing out of his office as if a giant hand was pushing her backwards.
"Probably not the best idea to invite her here just for that," he thought to himself, swilling the rest of his whiskey around in the glass and taking a quiet sip. He leant back in his chair, gazing blankly at the back wall of his office. He admitted to feeling rather put out by the whole ordeal: he had been foolish enough to think it was an offer too good to refuse.
He took another sip of whiskey, sinking lower in his chair as the warm liquid trickled down his throat and enveloped him in a comfortable, alcoholic hug, just like it always did. He remained low in his chair with his legs stretched out beneath his desk, trying to think of a viable reason for Lana to turn him down.
Clark was the first thing that came to mind, but he brushed that option aside as quickly as it had come. Why would Clark care if Lana boarded her horse at the mansion? More to the point, why would Lana decline his offer on the basis of her thinking Clark would care about her boarding her horse there? It just didnt make sense. And anything that didnt make sense to him was obviously not worth worrying about.
There had to be something else. It struck him that perhaps Lana thought that boarding Tyson at the mansion was too high class, too much fuss. But then again he had offered to wipe all costs and he knew that Lana only ever wanted the best for Tyson. The mansion WAS the best: every boarder and perhaps every horse owner in the county knew that.
He had a fleeting thought that Lana could have possibly seen right through him and turned him down as a way of telling him she wasn't interested. Propping himself back up in his chair he set his glass down on the table, reaching for the bottle of whiskey and pouring himself another glass. He wasnt ready to admit defeat; not to Clark, not to Lana and especially not to himself. He downed the contents of his glass and stood up from the table, readily aware of the fact he had to try and find another reason for her declining his offer. To prove to himself, if nobody else, that he was still in with a chance.