He woke up in his bedroom this time, and he was actually in the bed this time. He was fully dressed from what he was wearing yesterday. His three piece suit and the matching shoes to match it. He was dishevelled and a mess that Alfred would not approve of.

He woke up with one hell of a hangover and the worst headache of his entire life. And he had somehow half his face was bruised. He had no idea what the hell he hit his face on, but must have been one hell of a solid and hard as it can be.

How could this have happened?

He must have miscalculated who much he had drunk.

And he could barely remember what he had said and to he had even said it all to. But he knew whatever he had said he was deeply apologetic to whoever it was.

He did not even know how he managed to get into bed. Or there was the possibility that somehow had helped him get into bed that is. But the bed was untouched by the other side and there were no signs of sexual activity.

He needed coffee.

He desperately needed coffee.

There was no coffee.

Alfred was still in Gotham.

He did not like the coffee made at the hotel. He did not trust anyone from the hotel staff that could go out and get him a cup of coffee from his favourite places. He trusted Clark Kent. But she was? It was her day off? Or maybe? Did she quit? His mind was too muddled to clearly remember what happened last. He could always get William Clark to get him a cup of coffee.

He did not know how to operate the coffee machine.

He was a spurned lover of coffee.

"Humph" he stared down.

His face hurt and he needed ice for it.

Going for the ice, he noticed something that attracted his attention. It was located in the fridge right next to the milk. He could not help but pick it up.

He was starting at an old and battered phone. Well one that he would call old. It was a few years older than he originally thought it was. He could barely remember this model of the phone, and he knew that it must be a cheap one. The battery was dead and was cold. He had found it beside the coffee machine.

Now he remembered it was Clark's. He asked her to make coffee before she left and ever. The memory of it was rather surprising and painful, he ended up dropping the mobile phone on the ground.

"Shit" he said.

He also remembered at least he thought he does remember that Clark Kent had quit. And he was starting to remember the many other things he had said. And the fact that he had broke up with Kent girl by the means of pretending that he was her boyfriend. He was in deep shit for this and he could not remember how he did it in the first place. All that he remembered was a blur for the past couple of days.

He needed to apologise.

I only the Kent girl had her phone.

She was so annoyed with Bruce Wayne and Pete Ross that she needed something to keep her mind off the men in her life. So, she decided to clear her head and do something that was productive.

But having superpowers really did speed up all the things that a normal person could do in a matter of powers and something that she could do in minutes. And the thought of writing a scaring article about what Bruce Wayne had told her was rather tempting. She could easily get it published by contacting Cat Grant and would be out in no time at all.

He had the audacity to ask her about her sex life.

Her sex was her business and hers alone.

Or rather give her a drunken literature about his love life or rather a life just full of sex and zero love at all. His drunken slurs and ranting that it was annoying. But at least for the first time she was not the one that had did the babbling.

"Bruce Wayne is a man-whore," she said to herself aloud.

"A skirt chaser"

"Whoremonger"

"A philanderer"

"Horn dog"

"Manslut"

"Womaniser"

"A real pain the butt"

She did not like him. No one bit. No matter how good he naturally smelt, when she put him to bed. She did feel bad that he bruised his face on her, as he had fallen face flat on her. But it was his fault. It was entirely his fault.

Normally she would blame herself for incidents like this. But just seconds after he had done this, he then woke up for a few seconds and then threw up on her. And then he had the cheek to fall asleep on her again, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her.

He had ruined one of her favourite outfits. She had spent a lot of time and money saving up for these clothes and just like that they were ruined. She knew that he could afford to pay for new ones but these ones were special. It was an outfit that fitted her perfectly and one that she had really loved. She could never get clothes that fitted her completely. They were either too baggy on her or were too tight.

He was so paying for her dry-cleaning bill. She had already charged the bill to his room. He was just hoping that they would get those stains out. If they did not then, he would be paying (not by money) for it. Cat Grant would have a field day for it. She knew that Cat was out for him.

She already rescued several cats from trees.

She stopped a bus from crashing into an old lady.

Help some people with their shopping and cross the busy road.

She needed something to do?

"Hmmff" she sighed as she sat down and switched the TV on.

Her Grampa was here earlier, and the last thing he had was on the news.

And she had forgotten to tidy the place up before he came over. It was the one time that she had actually made a mess and he just had to come at the wrong time. Pete breaking up with her made her go on a food binge that no normal could ever survive. And when she is really sad and feeling lonely a Disney marathon of animated films. That she sometimes sang alone to in secrets of course.

Normal people would get drunk after a break up and something that she could not grudgingly do in that moment. It was one of the few times that she actually wanted to get drunk. It was so not far that she could not get drunk. And her parents but mostly her Dad actually liked this.

A journey down memory lane

She remembered the first time that she tried alcohol. Herself, her friends and a whole lot of others part were celebrating the fact that the crows won state in a very long time. That was since her Dad played the winning game and he would never shut up about (especially during football season) and it was one of his proudest moments in life.

Anyhow basically to cut the story short it was peer pressure that kicked it off from the start. They what seemed like the whole school turned up to the Lake to party and get drunk, well they basically are the same thing. Anywho the jocks got drunk and so did the cheerleaders who led to chaos as it usually does.

Bullies drunk are even worse.

After a brutal game of Truth or Dare with Chloe always makes things interesting or ends badly on her part. Chloe had gotten a little too tipsy and just picked truth for every round that was her and she ended up blurting out too many truths. Truths that she should have kept secret and secrets that she had one people. Secrets like Whitney had cheated on his tests, and Lana was not too happy about it. Chloe also mentioned all of the others that also cheated and that they cheated on other tests too. It was a story that she was about to run, and none of them were too happy about it. Well in Whitney's defence he only cheated on the one test. Clark basically had to rescue Chloe from all the enemies she was making again.

While Chloe, Lana, Whitney, and others were playing this she was playing another game. She was playing "Never have I ever" and basically she never did a lot of these things and she had to drink a lot. She never did realise just how much she had drunk a whole lot of alcohol.

When she came up with questions, they were mundane and nobody had done them but her. The first few questions that they all started were cute and were stupid but were fun to begin with. Ones were "Have you ever had detention?"or "Have you ever kissed a boy and a girl?" is where it started to get serious. Some of the questions were just stupid "Do you a pet?". She decided to go with a funny one to start with "Can you like your elbow?" It was just meant to be a joke because she knew that no one could actually do it to begin with. But they all really tried their hardest out of their drunken little minds they truly put their heart and soul in it. Not one of them was able to do it. None of them. All but one.

"BITCH!"

And right on cue before she could fully investigate.

She had to go and rescue Chloe by playing the peacekeeper as always. And she had to do something before Pete ended up in another fist fight. She did a quick search for Lana.

"Gross!" she said.

Lana was currently making out with Whitney. So that meant that Lana was safe, and she would not get in the way.

"Gross!" she said again. They were getting a little bit too intimate and she did not want to see anymore

At this time in her life, she truly thought Pete had a crush on Chloe. And now looking back he was unsure of what he had actually felt towards Chloe. Maybe he did and maybe he did not. Reading minds was not one of her powers. Even know her parent and sometimes her friends (Not Chloe) thought she could be. Chloe thought it was just the Journalist in her. Chloe was more likely to be the mind reader than anyone.

Anywho Chloe was starting back off and because she was watching looking out for Lana she did not she Pete had already started to get into a fight with fellow members of his team. Pete was lucky to get the first punch in, and instead of just standing there, standing still and watching she really should have stopped it quicker.

Within the next fifteen minutes, the police had shown up to see half a dozen of Smallville's finest footballers were drunk, beaten and some unconscious. In her defence she used her super speed, so they would not hit her and they would be really just her hurting themselves. It would not the worst thing in the world considering one of them tried to kiss her. And she did not move too fast because they were drunk.

She looked around to see that everyone was drunk. Every single person was drunk. All accept from herself and as cool it was that she could drink anyone under the table this actually bothered her. She could not even do a normal typical teen thing and get drunk with a few friends. She could never be normal in the simplest of ways.

The police had come to the rescue, to the rescue of the jocks. Herself, Pete and Chloe were the ones that were treated like the villains instead of the other way round. Typical as always. They were considered the heroes of the town and Chloe was the nuisances. Day to day it varied on what her relationship with the police was. The police were friendly towards Pete.

Chloe was made to take the breathalyser, followed by Lana. And then Chloe demanded that the people that were NOT her friends have to take it as well. She started to talk about police brutally, conspiracies and basically a drunken rant of the next expose she was going to do on the police. Fair to say they were actually scared of her.

It took some time. It took a long time for everyone who had not already run away to be done. And when it got to her turn, it did not end well because she blew it up. By blowing it up she literally broke the thing blowing into the darn thing and exploded it. The police did not believe she was drunk anyway.

The bad news was when all their parents showed up to pick up their misbehaved children. In small town as small as theirs it is basically impossible to keep a secret. Well apart from The Intergalactic traveller and her time ship. This really sounded like a good title for a book. And could always be the name of autobiography one of these days.

Everyone in Smallville would know with an hour at most about what went done here tonight or rather what they thought went down. They really never know what happens.

It was her Dad that picked her up. She gulped in an instant. She was in trouble. Like any normal parent he somehow knew that she had been drinking. Even know it was clear as daylight she was drunk.

She was grounded for two weeks.

It was so unfair.

And that was the first time she had alcohol. And why she did not like to drink because it was for nothing. It tasted funny. The smell was horrible and it was really foamy. She did not like the taste of foam. And the beer was hot and flat. It tasted yucky.

"Hmmphh" she watches the TV as she drummed her fingers on the table.

She was currently floating in the air watching the news.

Scratching the side of her head, she was needed somewhere else. This was something that she could do and would help people. She was going to help these people, and she was going to do it in a blur.

And that was the first official sighting on the world news of "The Blur" saving the day. Well, that was NOT in Smallville.

And The Blur saved more cats out of trees.