got a good idea what breaks you makes you shine
WHO: Lex and Ivy, and if you are horrified by these two meeting, you are absolutely correct.
WHERE: That bar that Piper recommended, which as far as I can tell is named [some bar].
WHEN: Current!
WARNINGS: Uhhhh I feel Poison Ivy and Lex Luthor constitute their own warning, even if they are both on their relative best behavior at the moment. Also they're REALLY flirty.
SUMMARY: ....they're ...REALLY flirty? In a bar?
FORMAT: I have no such setting as "quick."
As much as Lex appreciates the relative shelter of Clark's apartment - relative being that it's preferable to a park bench; he suffers no illusions that he could even remotely cope with being homeless - it's good to get outside, too. His tendency to wallow is, if not exactly renowned, pointed out enough by Lionel that the awareness of possibility hovers around eye level like motes in his vision.
Of course, he supposes such pithy analysis as his father could deliver is in the past. And that, the freedom just to breathe, even when the City air is cold and blunted with the kind of pollution only such congested places can offer, well. That feels pretty damn good, too.
The place is easy to find again; inside he leans elaborately on the bar, all shrugging insouciance and grace. His clothes aren't quite the tailoring he's used to, but at least the light blue button-down he's wearing wasn't made for someone literally twice his size.
WHERE: That bar that Piper recommended, which as far as I can tell is named [some bar].
WHEN: Current!
WARNINGS: Uhhhh I feel Poison Ivy and Lex Luthor constitute their own warning, even if they are both on their relative best behavior at the moment. Also they're REALLY flirty.
SUMMARY: ....they're ...REALLY flirty? In a bar?
FORMAT: I have no such setting as "quick."
As much as Lex appreciates the relative shelter of Clark's apartment - relative being that it's preferable to a park bench; he suffers no illusions that he could even remotely cope with being homeless - it's good to get outside, too. His tendency to wallow is, if not exactly renowned, pointed out enough by Lionel that the awareness of possibility hovers around eye level like motes in his vision.
Of course, he supposes such pithy analysis as his father could deliver is in the past. And that, the freedom just to breathe, even when the City air is cold and blunted with the kind of pollution only such congested places can offer, well. That feels pretty damn good, too.
The place is easy to find again; inside he leans elaborately on the bar, all shrugging insouciance and grace. His clothes aren't quite the tailoring he's used to, but at least the light blue button-down he's wearing wasn't made for someone literally twice his size.