She glanced over her shoulder at him, taking note of his expression and the seriousness of his stance. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to lighten the hell up, but now wasn’t the time for their characteristic banter sessions. She knew why he was being as cautious as he was and considering who they were definitely up against Lois couldn’t blame Clark one bit for his behavior. If he thought she’d quietly let him drag her out of this club even at the tiniest bit of trouble he had another thing coming. She didn’t go quietly in the best of circumstances, even when it was in her best interest to do so, therefore any bets on her doing so in this instance were pretty damn slim.
But now wasn’t the time to contemplate that and Lois shifted her attention to their target, taking in the rest of what Clark had said and scanning the room for where would be their best vantage point to capture everything on camera. Heightened senses or not, it wouldn’t do them any good if only Clark was able to see what went down. They needed proof and like hell Lois was leaving tonight without something.
“People look at me funny nearly every day and you run around in your underwear so we’re not basing our means of escape based on that, Clark,” she told him, unable to help herself and let go of his hand so she could maneuver through the crowd and head toward the bar. If she was right, the furthest away stools should have a pretty decent view of the man.
She slipped in and out of sight, finding the path of least resistance and hunkered down on one of the stools, tapping the bar to let the bartender know she wanted a drink. Even if the man in question was going to let himself stick out like a sore thumb, Lois preferred at least trying to blend in. “There are probably close to a hundred people in here. We’ll be fine.”
It wasn’t as though anyone was purposefully looking out for the two of them, right? Nothing suspicious about the two bartenders glancing at the two of them and quietly conversing before one of them headed into the back room. The bartender appeared again a moment later carrying some bottles of liquor. “I swear you make me paranoid.”