A Little Wild Cherry (lane) wrote in endless_epitaph, @ 2009-03-29 22:22:00 |
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Current mood: | thirsty |
Entry tags: | chicago-illinois, introduction, lois lane, plot: cursed tarot cards, plot: the strength card, xander harris |
Denial & Distractions. Just what the doctor ordered.
The Players : Lois Lane, Xander Harris. (Closed)
Where : Chicago, Illinois.
When : January 25, 2009.
Rating : PG13 – R for language.
Notes : So, yeah, Lois Lane is in Chicago. Go, Lois! Or something to that effect.
“Chloe…” Lois Lane sighed as she listened to her cousin complain about one of the nurses that was watching over her new husband. “I know she’s a bit nuts, but she means well. Remember, I put up with her while you were,” Lois hesitated, unsure how discuss Chloe’s kidnapping from some kind of beast at her own wedding, “away. But she’s not that bad. Really. I’m sure you and Jimmy can survive Nurse Netty Nightmare.” She paused and heard Chloe’s sigh in resignation. Finally. Lois was pretty sure Chloe just wanted to vent in general and the nurse was a good target. Lois was thanking god Chloe was in Star City with her new husband and she wasn’t. She hadn’t minded being there for her new cousin-in-law, but she knew it was Chloe that needed to be there, not her.
A few minutes later and Lois was finally allowed to end the conversation and was left alone in her hotel room and staring at her cell phone that now sat on the nightstand. After everything that had happened, and didn’t happen, at Chloe’s wedding to Jimmy Olsen, Lois was a bit relieved to have been given the chance to go to Chicago on assignment. Jimmy had nearly died but the doctors in Star City had saved the newlywed so he’d at least been alive when Chloe had escaped from the clutches of her mysterious and monstrous kidnapper. To think, that was just the most important part of the night besides the wedding itself.
Lois shook her head with a scowl. “Snap out of it, Lane. He’s not going to call.” Of course not, why would he? There wasn’t any point. It was just a fluke. After all, it wasn’t as if she and Clark had actually kissed. Sure, there had been a moment where she thought- She’d been so sure… And then the moment was shattered. But even then she’d allowed Oliver to get her hopes up. But then more disaster struck and after she’d left from Jimmy she hadn’t heard from Clark Kent since. Not call, no messages, not a text. Figured. “Hot fudge and halibut.” She muttered. It could never work anyway. She’d just be a placeholder or second place and Lois Lane was no one’s second choice. When she got back to the Daily Planet she’d just be sure to make it clear. They were just friends and coworkers. That was it.
Thinking of work, Lois realized she had to finish her article if she ever intended to do anything fun later. She was in Chicago doing a fluff piece on some archeology discovery that had made it’s début in the states in the Windy City. It wasn’t all that interesting to her, but it kept her from going back to Metropolis and at the moment that was fine in her book. She gave her phone one last wistful look before getting to work. After this she was so heading out as Lois was pretty sure she deserved a drink for her troubles.
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It hadn’t taken long for Lois to decide where to go that night. There was a bar not far from where she was staying and it had looked decent enough, and as long as they served something decent, Lois would be fine.
She walked into the bar and after a subtle look around the room she headed for the bar and took a seat. She was dressed casually, hoping that no one decided that she would be their choice for a quick pick up. Lois just wasn’t in the mood for it. She wasn’t wallowing in self pity; she just didn’t want to deal with the hassle of shooting some drunk down.
“I can’t believe the bus just hit him like that!”
The reporter’s attention was caught for a moment as a couple of people were talking nearby. Lois attempted to look nonchalant as she eavesdropped on their conversation.
“I know, I swear the bus practically came out of nowhere. The guy was a dick though. He kind of deserved it.”
“Still, it was pretty gross. I hear they’re still scraping him off the pavement. You think that chick he was with needs a shoulder to cry on?”
Well, that was disgusting, Lois thought. Even at her worst she was pretty sure she wasn’t that tactless. Not while sober anyway. Speaking of which, she lifted her hand to get the bartender’s attention. “Hey, can I get some service here?”