For Anatoly, Morning After Mardi Gras
Lex was hungover. Really, really hung over. While he'd been drinking a lot the past few days, it had been nothing compared to last night. Granted, the quality and proof of the alcohol he'd been drinking last night would make everything else look like piss so there was that too.
But while he'd expected to be hungover this morning, what he hadn't expected was where he had woken up. He'd never been in Clark's hut so he hadn't known where he was until he'd gotten up and seen Clark passed out nearby. He woke up his friend and made sure he got some water in him before heading out. While he appreciated Clark's kindness in wanting to give him a place to sleep off his hangover, he knew this wouldn't look good from the point of view of someone who mattered more to Lex then anything, no matter what had happened here or in Moscow.
As he approached the hut, Lex thought that perhaps he should go get some water or food to make him feel better before the enviable confrontation but he knew it would be cowardly to back out now.
But while he'd expected to be hungover this morning, what he hadn't expected was where he had woken up. He'd never been in Clark's hut so he hadn't known where he was until he'd gotten up and seen Clark passed out nearby. He woke up his friend and made sure he got some water in him before heading out. While he appreciated Clark's kindness in wanting to give him a place to sleep off his hangover, he knew this wouldn't look good from the point of view of someone who mattered more to Lex then anything, no matter what had happened here or in Moscow.
As he approached the hut, Lex thought that perhaps he should go get some water or food to make him feel better before the enviable confrontation but he knew it would be cowardly to back out now.