Metropolis: Two Months Later
Clark walked down the streets of Metropolis, in a pair of faded jeans and a black dress shirt. Tonight he went to Atlantis, he still went by the name of Kal, but only because he didn't want to be Clark, at least not yet. He walked down the street towards Atlantis, and turned a corner, and to his surprise he bumped into someone. "Sorry…" He offered her his hand, but when she refused and stood on her own, he finally took notice of the beautiful woman that stood before him. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a black tank top, her brown hair was down, and her gorgeous hazel eyes regarded him angrily.
He stood there for a moment not moving or thinking, he just lost himself in this woman, his mouth slack and his eyes roaming. "Trying to catch a fly?" He snapped out of his reverie and looked at her, she stood there hands on hips which were cocked to one side, her eyebrow raised at him, awaiting an answer. He stumbled on his words, "Um… uh, oh, sorry." He smiled sheepishly at her, his eyes uneasy and wandering, he tried as hard as he could to not stare at her, but even with all his strength, there was just something about her that his eyes kept coming back to.
He clears his throat forcefully and goes back to his usual demeanor and looks her over once more before smirking, "Now what's a beautiful girl like you doing out at a time like this?" He tried his hardest to be like Kal, but he could never get it right. She chuckled, "Nice try." She smirked at him, something about him making her tell the truth, "I'm going home; ya see the club back there thinks they are too good for me, but the truth is I'm too good for them." She looks back at the club angrily, then turns her head back to Clark after hearing him chuckle. "And what's so funny?" Her eyes narrow and her posture changes to go on the offensive. "You weren't on the list, were you?" She sighs and shakes her head. He smiles widely at her, "Come on." She eyes him suspiciously, he sighs, "Do ya wanna get in the club or not?" he asks without much patience. She eyes him for a few more moments before smiling and nodding. He rolls his eyes and walks towards the club.
They arrive at the club, the masses awaiting to get in block the way. Clark looks around for a few moments. "So this is getting into the club?" She asks while looking and with her arms out wide. "I could've done this." He looks at her in disbelief and sighs in defeat, "Ya know what, fine." He grabs her hand and starts pushing his way through the crowds, he pushes one exceptionally large man out of the way, who gets angry and grabs his shoulder from behind. "Hey! What do you think you're doing?" Clark stops and closes his eyes trying to keep his anger under control, and thinks to himself. "Can this day get any worse? First I run into an annoying girl who won't shut up, and now this guy…" He doesn't turn around but speaks, "Look, I'm not in the mood right now, so shut up and let go of me." The man gets angrier and spins Clark around and stares him in the eye, Clark sighs and looks right back at the man, whose eyes grow wide in surprise. "Uh… I'm… uh… sorry Kal." The man immediately lets go of Clark who sighs and keeps going, she looks on in wonderment.
Clark continues to push through people, until he reaches the front and goes to walk through but is stopped by a bouncer. "Whoa there buddy. You can't just walk in; you gotta be on the list." Clark sighs once again, his frustration building by the minute; he looks right at the guy, who is much smaller than Clark. "You're new… aren't you?" The man nods not likely Clark's tone, "Yeah, so why don't you make it easier on me and tell me your name?" Clark sighs and closes his eyes, a headache coming on, and opens his mouth to speak before he is cut off by Jordan, one of the regular bouncers. "That's Kal, let him in." The new guy nods his head quickly and lets Clark and the girl to enter.
As he walks through the crowds, the regulars part for him, but the newcomers get in the way and are quickly moved. The brunette looks on in amazement as Clark pulls a Moses. Clark stops at the bar and turns towards her, "Do you want something to drink?" She looks at him curiously, "What do you plan to get out of this?" He looks at her, his brow furrowed and he smiles, "Just your name." He then mumbles under his breath so she can't hear, "For now." She looks at him her eyes narrowed, "Did you say something?" He shakes his head, "No, I just said I'd like to know your name." She continues to glare at him, before her eyes soften and she smiles slightly, "My name's Lois… Lois Lane."