Who: Lexmas!Lana and Bart the older...again. What: The Powers That F'in Be need to make up their f'in minds! Or at least Lana thinks so. When: Night. Where: The Lang Mansion, particularly the master bedroom. Rating: Who the crap knows? Considering it's in a bedroom, I'll say at least PG13.
He wasn't here. Not that she could blame him. She just blurted out that she loved him via text message. It wasn't the smartest thing to do.
She was all alone now, left to morn one of her former residents. There were those out there who would say this was proof the Power Rangers were just stupid kids, but Lana knew better. She had seen them defend the helpless, put the many people at Isis at ease about their safety in the face of monsters that seemed to keep coming. Maybe they were a little reckless, but that wasn't the point. They put their own lives on the line for the sake of others and she admired that.
She poured herself a single glass of wine and walked toward her room. No drunkenness, just a little for comfort. It was then she noticed a soft glow coming from the master bedroom. She hadn't even been in there since she moved out of it. When she found who was waiting inside, she thought she might drop her glass.