Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters except Lacey, and believe me, she wishes I didn't. Everyone else belongs to Warner Brothers, DC Comics and all sorts of people that are not little old me.
Two
Lacey rummaged around the desk drawer with a frustrated frown. Where the hell was it? She didn't even have to look up to know that the form looming above her now was Clark.
"Um, what are you doing at my desk?" He asked carefully.
Lacey was never one to pass up on moments anymore. She knew the fandom. She liked the movie. If she was going to be here, she was going to drive people nuts in the process. She lowered her head and mumbled as she rummaged. "So what do you wear? An extra long cape?"
Clark's eyes widened. Did he hear her right? He swallowed nervously. "What?"
Lacey grinned inwardly, but sighed aloud as she looked up at him. "I asked if you had some extra long tape. You know, to wrap a package in?"
The pair stared at each other. Clark knew she was lying. Lacey knew he knew she was lying. But neither one was going to confirm anything.
"Bottom.." Clark slowly replied as Lacey quickly pulled open the bottom drawer and snatched the tape. "..drawer."
Lacey hopped out of his desk chair with faux smile. She punched him lightly on the arm, and found it amusing as he moved with the punch and faked a wince. "Thanks, blue eyes. You're a lifesaver."