give me envy | give me malice | give me your attention

[devilicus]

WHO || Buffy Summers (itsneversimple ) & Lex Luthor (devilicus )
WHAT || Lex ~shows Buffy around~.  
WHERE || Smallville, Kansas.  Motel > the Luthor mansion.
WHEN || After this.
HOW || Actionspam.

[To be honest, he wasn't sure she was actually going to call: not that that stopped him from having her tailed.  A reporter showing up in town from somewhere so remote, to look

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awbrey: using more buffy accounts than god.

[withouthandbook]

[ It's a limo. A really, really nice limo. Why in the world is her random contact so rich that he has a limo? Who does that in Farmtucky, USA? She'll dress... in her usual flare but one step nicer than jeans, just because she has no idea what this ~tour~ is going to be like and... gee if he sends limos she might even be underdressed...

She'll just be.. inspecting the car as it drives. Nothing particularly invasive. But she's definitely remembering back to her younger years and making sure there aren't any suspicious looking corsages.

Upon the discovery of... nothing out of the ordinary, she just.. kicks back and enjoys the ride.

Fucking creeper. ]

lmfao whatever man, s'all good

[devilicus]

[The car drops her off at the front of the Luthor mansion, and she's told she can show herself right in. The place is decorated with expensive art and suits of armor and shit everywhere. It's classy, but kind of medieval and foreboding. Lex's office has a lot of modern touches though and is a large open room with a balcony up top and a giant fireplace to one side. Lex is seated at his desk when she walks in and rises, pushing his hands in his pockets.]

I trust you found the ride comfortable.

lmao i should at least try to make them match usernames or something idk.

[withouthandbook]

[ Her eyes are basically ginormous. This house? Is not a house. It's like a castle only with good colors. And she just... is staring at everything as she walks in. Eventually, finally, she... hears him talking and snaps out of her awed stupor, giving him a smile. ]

Way snazzier than anything I've ever ridden. Does having a nice little chat with you always come with bells and whistles that shiny?

fff overrated

[devilicus]

Well, it's sort of a package deal.

[He gestures to an open chair.] Would you care for a seat? Maybe a drink?

LMAO right?

[withouthandbook]

Keep that in mind. Lex Luthor, complete with Working Limo and Dream House.

Seat I'll definitely take. [ She... sits. In the chair. And then smiles. ] Drink kinda depends. Maybe just water? Or... TAB. If you have TAB.

[devilicus]

[An amused smirk flickers across his features, and he saunters over to his table, pressing a button on the phone.]

See what you can do about procuring some TAB soda for our guest.

[Lex, on the other hand, goes over to a small table and pops the top of some decanter of high class booze, pouring himself a glass.]

I'll be honest, I was surprised to hear from you.

[withouthandbook]

[ WELL MAN. He sure... delivers. o_o ]

You pull out all the stops. Gotta give you that.

[ Oh that's... really high class and suddenly she feels the sting of California Suburb Life having rubbed off on her in the last several years. ]

Really? What'd you think, that I'd skip town?

[devilicus]

[Lex spoke as he replaced the decanter and turned to face her, holding the glass aloft in his left hand, his right sliding back into his pocket casually. Amusement continued to tinge his tone.]

You simply struck me as a woman who doesn’t ask for assistance lightly.

You project an… independent spirit, you might say. [He gestured towards her with the glass, before taking a thoughtful sip.]

[withouthandbook]

[ Her head lowered slightly and she couldn't hold back the chuckle. ]

Do I? [ Well, he wasn't wrong in the least. ] You might be right.

[ She'd just cut to the chase. ]

I think I might be in town a little longer. I'm actually kinda.. looking for apartments. [ A half-sheepish grin. She'll get to the heavier hitting stuff soon. ] Any recommendations?

[devilicus]

Lana Lang might be renting out space above the Talon.

Or I have plenty of rooms here.

[withouthandbook]

[ She's just about to pull something out to make note of this woman's name and the whole Talon thing. She takes a second to make sure she wasn't hallucinating his offer to let her stay. Then she thinks better of it. ]

You rent rooms out and everything? In your own house? [ Pause. ] Kinda wacky.

[devilicus]

Not usually, but I might make an exception.

[If it means he can spy on your research 8|]

[withouthandbook]

Oh. [ ... Oh. ] I mean, you really don't have to.

[devilicus]

Well, I'm aware that no one's holding a gun to my head, but I rather thought doing a good deed was still generally seen as acceptable in most cultures.

[withouthandbook]

Oh, it's totally acceptable! It's acceptable central! It's just - ... Really generous. And, I mean, if you're serious, sure! I'd be totally okay with staying here.

[devilicus]

I can assure you it's not far from all the 'action' a small town has to offer.