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poeticmisery (poeticmisery) wrote in mirage_rpg,

It was probably not only amusing for Faith, but for anyone who was watching as well. Clark didn't do so well with disguising his awkwardness with situations, especially when it came to romantic ones. Yeah he could pretend to be a klutz in order to avoid people suspecting that he was really an alien from another world, but when it came to a hot body pressed up against his, he became easier to read than a young adult novel. As Faith pressed to him a unique mixture of fear and discomfort was on his face, so much so that it looked as if he were about to burst, though probably not in the way Faith might have thought. All in all he was one step short of jumping out of his skin before she finally let him up for some air, and he more than happily walked with her over to the bar for a drink.

Clark was so releaved in fact he didn't really notice when she ordered a shot of whiskey, but then did a slight double take before staring intently at the menu as she downed her shot, now and again giving her a sidelong glance as if he wanted to say something about her drinking habits, but thought that she might suddenly tell the entire place what a loser he was and have everyone laugh. For his part he didn't actually ever get drunk. His dad had told him there'd be a time for it, but, when on Red K he'd had a beer or two, and had realized then that whatever physiology kept him from being hurt also kept his body metabolizing alcohol in a way that humans couldn't. Which basically meant no beer buzz.

"Uhm..." Clark finally started to say, and was relieved when Faith made it clear she would stop drinking, even if she treated him like a parent for it. It was hard, trying to get people around you to make smart choices... harder still when you desperately wanted to fit in, especially given that it was Clark's only real way to fit in, given that sports and other physical activities were more or less off limits to him because of his powers. And in a farm town, there wasn't much more to being popular then being a football star or having a hookup for an awesome party. Not that Clark hadn't hosted a few of those, inadvertantly... but it wasn't something he was too comfortable with. Really though, if Faith hadn't said something he probably would have just let it slide... uncomfortably.

"I'll have one too..." he said, staring at the golem for an extra moment, clearly new enough here to still be somewhat taken aback by them. Then agian, Clark didn't think he'd ever get used to the servants, especially not with the way they could take a punch. Remembering it he rubbed his knuckles on his right hand lightly and took up his rootbeer float, taking a long slow drink of it before turning to look back at Faith, who was now rather erotically licking some icecream from her spoon as she stared at him.

If causing Clark to choke on his drink was the desired effect, she got it. The farm boy's eyes flew open slightly as he inhaled the fizzy soda down the wrong tube, as it were, and put his hand over his mouth as he coughed lightly, blinking a little as he felt the foam tickle his sinuses. Smooth, really smooth. "Sorry..." Clark said after a moment, looking away from her out to the dance floor as if someone out there was going to holler that they'd found his dignity and he could he should come get it.

At Faith's comment he turned back to her, and shook his head slightly. "I'm just a country boy..." He said with a small smile that seemed to hold that mysterious secretive air that was catching Faith's interest. Not that he realized it, of course. But it was probably becoming clear to Faith that the man in front of her wasn't going to admit it if there really was something special about himself. "I'm sure anyone who spent as much time as I do bailing hay would be just as strong..." Clark lied calmly. It made him feel bad to do so, but Lois was here, and he was pretty sure that even around here, being an alien was something special. Heck, Katara had only met one, but she'd talked about him...

"Do you challenge every guy you dance with to a fight?" Clark said, loosening up a little as he attempted to shift the conversation away from himself again. "That's gotta be pretty hard to top on the second date..."