rp for hell_of_heaven

[fever_crusade]

[Set for Monday night.]

It is unanimously determined by all in attendance that the benefit is an overwhelming success. Though it's an evening full of as much tedious small talk as it is drinking and dancing, Martha and her last-minute replacement guest Lionel Luthor still manage to have a wonderful time, and the same seems to go for all of the very

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[hell_of_heaven]

He's been very proud to have her on his arm all evening, even if he has had to make more small talk than he's normally capable of, and pretend to be an avid follower of a charity he knows little about.

"I'm sure he'll only be a moment," he says, supporting her as he looks down at her shoes. "I will never understand how you can even stand up in those."

[fever_crusade]

"I was practically born in heels," she explains, squeezing his arm a little tighter in an effort to keep herself from toppling over wearing only one shoe. "They hardly ever bother me. But after an eight-hour work day and a six-hour party, my feet are beginning are to protest."

Trying to put her shoe back on, and also just a little bit tipsy, she falls into him, and almost falls over completely.

[hell_of_heaven]

Laughing, he catches hold of her just as his car rounds the corner and comes into sight. "Come on. We can sit down in a minute. And it seems like you just might need a foot massage."

[fever_crusade]

"Oh. I think a foot massage might actually get an orgasm out of me as this point," she remarks, slipping her shoe back on, limping over to the car, then sliding into the backseat, greeting Alex as she does so.