personaleclipse's Easter Basket

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Username: personaleclipse

Favorite Female Characters: Lois, Martha/Red Queen, Alicia
Favorite Male Characters: Clark, Ollie, Lex, Bart
Favorite Pairings: Clois, Chlollie, Clex (only as FRIENDS!)
Other: S9 and S10 were the BESTS^^

What is your favorite part of Easter?: staying at home and doing nothing (:
What Easter things do you enjoy most?: candies,

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[josephina_x]

"I did," Oliver volunteered from the floor. "Needed more alcohol. Mansion's got a lot, but Clark wouldn't go break in and get some, the party-pooper, and he wouldn't let us drive 'cause we were drunk, 'member?"

"Ahhhh -- aha!" Lex said, looking triumphant all of a sudden. "You said that you needed more alcohol because you were out, and another Daily Planet because you spilled something all over it, and I didn't want to come because you are a drunken lout, and I heard that we didn't get along at Excelsior, but then you said that superguy was here and I wanted to see him, so I came," he ended, nodding decisively and crossing his arms. "And here you are! And I was so totally right, you, you... reporter-guy-you. I know you," he ended, frowning at Clark. "And I didn't before... you looked like that reporter-guy before, and I almost left. Except he grabbed me, and it was my alcohol and my newspaper."

"Why didn't you?" Lois asked, eyes narrowing.

"Peer pressure?" Lex said, less than convincingly. "And it's my newspaper."

"Shut up. You own the Planet, not the papers we sell," Lois scoffed.

"Hey, hey, the stuff you brought was green," Oliver said, pushing himself upright. "You said it was ok. Clark drank some, and he's not ok!"

"Oh god," Clark said, and he made a mad, weaving, drunken rush down the loft stairs and out the closest barn door. The sound of a wet, sick heaving drifted through the loft window.

"You made him drink Kryptonite?!" Lois said angrily, pushing herself up. "You bastard!" She barely struggled up far enough to prop her back against the railing without sliding right back down again.

"Didn't make him do anything. Just brought it 'cause it's supposed to do stuff to him. He didn't sound so happy on the phone. To be left out, I thought?"

"You didn't talk to him," Lois pointed out, accusingly.

"He was in the background," Lex said roughly, waving a hand. "Noisy."

"You brought Kryptonite?! You were trying to kill him!" Oliver said, trying to push himself to his feet.

"Kill him?!?" Lex looked and sounded horrified. "I don't want to kill him! He flies! I want to know how he flies!"

"Really badly," Lois grinned, then giggled.

"Ugh," Clark said, standing in the early-morning sun for a bit to help the headache clear somewhat. Then he slowly walked back inside and made his way back up the loft stairs. By the time he reached the landing, his head was completely clear again. He breathed a sigh of blessed relief -- thank god for Kryptonian powers of recuperation -- but then had a sinking feeling as he looked around the loft. The place was a mess -- empty bottles everywhere -- but more importantly, and worrisome...

"Are you guys still drunk?" Clark asked.

"Nnnnno?" Lex said, the most sober of the three.

"Hangover of doom, right here," Oliver admitted.

"Hah!" Lois laughed, clearly still under the influence.

Clark sighed.

"You're not gonna tell me how you fly, are you," Lex said sadly, looking all hangdog.

"Well," said Clark, and at that point Clark did not feel sorry at all that Lex didn't have his old memories, if he could have new ones like this instead.

Even if it did involve Clark throwing up after drinking poison half the night previously.

"I don't really know how I fly," Clark said, giving up.

"Really badly!" Lois repeated with a laugh.

"Hey, he's not that bad at it," Lex defended. "He's just... he's... he's... he's Clark. Hey, you're Clark!" Lex said, brightening. "I remember your name!"

"Easter drinking games suck," Oliver groaned, flopping back down on the floor.

"Because you lose and I win!" Lois said triumphantly.

Clark smiled.

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