Fic on Demand 3
For murklins. Prompt #86 Choices. Clark is stymied by the Starbucks drinks menu.
Did you forget I'm a New Zealander? Or did you just assume the invader had reached our shores? :-D It totally has, of course, but I've never set foot in one in my life. I had to do research.
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"I thought you said they sold coffee here," Clark hissed, scandalised.
"They do." Pete gestured at the menu.
"What the hell is a matchiato?"
"Macch-iato. Trust me, you don't want one. It's a girl's drink."
"An americano then? That sounds good. Can't go wrong with that, right?"
Pete shook his head. "It's just a watery espresso."
"…?"
"Don't ask. Have a mocha. That's got chocolate and cream, you'll like it."
"Okay." Clark nodded at the bored girl behind the counter.
"$4.75."
Clark coughed. "Seriously?"
Pete elbowed him. "Smooth, man. Lana's gonna be real impressed."
"Huh?"
"Your big date Saturday? That you asked me to scope out for you?""
"What? No!" Clark looked suddenly hunted. "It's not a… No. Lex and I are going to the movies."
Pete's jaw dropped. "You have a date with Lex?"
"No!" Clark was as red as his shirt. "Stop saying date."
"Yeah." Pete shook himself. Clark'd always been weird, but this new Luthor fetish was something else. Still, he was cool. He could handle. Clark's choices were his own. And noone could say he wasn't a good friend. "Lex won't like it here," he said, slapping Clark on the back. "I'll take you somewhere else."
Did you forget I'm a New Zealander? Or did you just assume the invader had reached our shores? :-D It totally has, of course, but I've never set foot in one in my life. I had to do research.
*****
"I thought you said they sold coffee here," Clark hissed, scandalised.
"They do." Pete gestured at the menu.
"What the hell is a matchiato?"
"Macch-iato. Trust me, you don't want one. It's a girl's drink."
"An americano then? That sounds good. Can't go wrong with that, right?"
Pete shook his head. "It's just a watery espresso."
"…?"
"Don't ask. Have a mocha. That's got chocolate and cream, you'll like it."
"Okay." Clark nodded at the bored girl behind the counter.
"$4.75."
Clark coughed. "Seriously?"
Pete elbowed him. "Smooth, man. Lana's gonna be real impressed."
"Huh?"
"Your big date Saturday? That you asked me to scope out for you?""
"What? No!" Clark looked suddenly hunted. "It's not a… No. Lex and I are going to the movies."
Pete's jaw dropped. "You have a date with Lex?"
"No!" Clark was as red as his shirt. "Stop saying date."
"Yeah." Pete shook himself. Clark'd always been weird, but this new Luthor fetish was something else. Still, he was cool. He could handle. Clark's choices were his own. And noone could say he wasn't a good friend. "Lex won't like it here," he said, slapping Clark on the back. "I'll take you somewhere else."