Lois had rolled her eyes at all of the plaid jabs. She'd known as soon as she opened her mouth about it that she would never hear the end of it. He'd practically won and he was going to be incorrigible. Somehow, some way, she'd get a shoe rack in that damn Fortress of his just so he'd shut up about his little victory.
She watched as his expression changed and it was as though she could almost hear the troubling thoughts he was having about her going anywhere near this particular club now. What came out of his mouth only confirmed Lois' suspicions. "Good thing you don't get to decide which stories we do and don't cover then, hmm?" she pointed out, unwilling to back down despite her own trepidation. She caught the hand he'd been reaching up with and squeezed it for a brief moment before letting him go.
Without another word, she started walking toward the main entrance, bypassing the ever growing line of hopefuls wanting to get into the place. "Hey Charley," she greeted the over muscled bouncer at the door who was already routinely turning people away. "How's your Gram doing?"
"Good as new ever since you broke the news on that damn Social Security savings scheme," Charley replied, already moving aside to let her in. "You let Carla at the bar know your drinks are on me, babe."
Lois grinned, reaching back to clasp Clark's hand in hers. "And this one's with me." She tugged at him to follow her inside, unable to help herself from moving slightly to the beat of the music as they entered. She hadn't been out dancing in ages. "You got a lock on our friend?"