Here I go again on my own...
"Come on you dumb box, just one little bikini." Lois said, clearly annoyed, as she bent over the clothes box. Okay, so as far as island vacations went this one was not living up to Lois's expectations. Usually island vacations included cocktails, bikinis, the chance to see Smallville wet with his shirt off (which you know there could never be enough of) and relaxing on the beach with the possibility of getting sand in all kinds of uncomfortable places. What it didn't usually include was dinosaurs or magical clothes boxes with an unending suply of plaid that was starting to get on Lois's last nerve or ice cream that tasted like- well, Lois wasn't even going to say what it had tasted like.
The only silver lining to her current tropical nightmare was being stuck here with Clark. So, okay she missed the first nine months of him being stuck here but she planned to make that up to him if the damn box would just co-operate with her and give her something decent to wear. It had been cute having to wear one of his shirts her first day on the island but by the second and third day she was really starting to want to burn all of his shirts. Which wouldn't be such a bad thing but Lois doubted he'd see it that way. He'd probably stare at her with those big puppy eyes, give her a bit of that bottom lip and she'd just have to kis-
"Oh, come on! Really?" Lois yelled distracted from her thoughts as she pulled out yet another plaid shirt. "Do I look like Smallville? Come on, just one little top, dress, skirt, anything. Great Lane, now you're talking to an inanimate object. Ugh okay! Fine but don't think you've heard the last of me box."
Lois scowled at the box, kicking it with one booted foot before making her way back out of the Compound. Okay, so maybe she was going to have to ask Jersey or Die Hard if they could hook her up with some sort of slinky dress or at least something other than plaid. Once she'd got that sorted then she just had to find somewhere to take Clark out. Hands on her hips Lois surveyed the area before spotting something with a grin. Okay, that just might make up for the day she was having. I mean, nothing did say tropical island vacation than a cocktail or two.
Heading over to the Hub, Lois ordered up a drink when she heard an oh so, familiar tune. Turning in her heels, Lois grinned and sauntered over to the karaoke machine.
"Oh, baby where have you been all my life?" Lois asked, taking the microphone as the song began to kick in. This almost made up for the plaid. Almost. "I don't know where I'm going, but I sure know where I've been. Hanging on the promises in the songs of yesterday. And I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time. Here I go again, here I go again..."
(OOC: Catch Lois either at the clothesbox or in the Hub singing Whitesnake badly. ST/LT fine with me.)
The only silver lining to her current tropical nightmare was being stuck here with Clark. So, okay she missed the first nine months of him being stuck here but she planned to make that up to him if the damn box would just co-operate with her and give her something decent to wear. It had been cute having to wear one of his shirts her first day on the island but by the second and third day she was really starting to want to burn all of his shirts. Which wouldn't be such a bad thing but Lois doubted he'd see it that way. He'd probably stare at her with those big puppy eyes, give her a bit of that bottom lip and she'd just have to kis-
"Oh, come on! Really?" Lois yelled distracted from her thoughts as she pulled out yet another plaid shirt. "Do I look like Smallville? Come on, just one little top, dress, skirt, anything. Great Lane, now you're talking to an inanimate object. Ugh okay! Fine but don't think you've heard the last of me box."
Lois scowled at the box, kicking it with one booted foot before making her way back out of the Compound. Okay, so maybe she was going to have to ask Jersey or Die Hard if they could hook her up with some sort of slinky dress or at least something other than plaid. Once she'd got that sorted then she just had to find somewhere to take Clark out. Hands on her hips Lois surveyed the area before spotting something with a grin. Okay, that just might make up for the day she was having. I mean, nothing did say tropical island vacation than a cocktail or two.
Heading over to the Hub, Lois ordered up a drink when she heard an oh so, familiar tune. Turning in her heels, Lois grinned and sauntered over to the karaoke machine.
"Oh, baby where have you been all my life?" Lois asked, taking the microphone as the song began to kick in. This almost made up for the plaid. Almost. "I don't know where I'm going, but I sure know where I've been. Hanging on the promises in the songs of yesterday. And I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time. Here I go again, here I go again..."
(OOC: Catch Lois either at the clothesbox or in the Hub singing Whitesnake badly. ST/LT fine with me.)