[Facebook (Avengers)] Beach, barbecue, and beer
Lois pulled into the parking lot by the lake, and couldn’t help but smile wryly. She hadn’t been out here all summer-in a couple summers, really. Work just took so much time these days, after all.
After a quick check to make sure her favorite local microbrew was still in a cooler in front of the back of the passenger seat, she turned off the car. (The cooler really was just in case; after all, this was Smallville; no harm in having a little extra for dinner after, just in case all he had was the couple bottles left over from the last time she was at the farm.) She ran one last inventory in her head: wrap skirt easy to dispose of, check; sun-screen: check; swimsuit on to maximize water-time: check; beach ball to toss with the kid: check; towel: check; sunglasses: check; water and snacks: check; second cooler of ice cream in the trunk which would totally get broken into early whatever Clark said: check. But I refuse to tell him this was the best idea he’s had in a while. Don’t want it going to his head.
Grabbing the bag of gear from the seat next, she slid out of the car, scanning the lake area for Clark. He would be much easier to spot than the sproglet, after all. Finally she spotted him and started trotting in their general direction. “Yo, Smallville!”
After a quick check to make sure her favorite local microbrew was still in a cooler in front of the back of the passenger seat, she turned off the car. (The cooler really was just in case; after all, this was Smallville; no harm in having a little extra for dinner after, just in case all he had was the couple bottles left over from the last time she was at the farm.) She ran one last inventory in her head: wrap skirt easy to dispose of, check; sun-screen: check; swimsuit on to maximize water-time: check; beach ball to toss with the kid: check; towel: check; sunglasses: check; water and snacks: check; second cooler of ice cream in the trunk which would totally get broken into early whatever Clark said: check. But I refuse to tell him this was the best idea he’s had in a while. Don’t want it going to his head.
Grabbing the bag of gear from the seat next, she slid out of the car, scanning the lake area for Clark. He would be much easier to spot than the sproglet, after all. Finally she spotted him and started trotting in their general direction. “Yo, Smallville!”