Memory
Pairing: Clex
Genre: Crack, and some blend of Humor/Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Catharsis in the style of Broadway.
Warnings: This is a pretty vampy/campy Lex and I probably owe him an apology for that; this isn't the first time I've made him sing either. But for the sake of humor, I think his dignity will survive.
A/N: written for sv100 prompt: past prompt/ memory. Cats is the property of Andrew Lloyd Weber and I don't want it, anyway.
“Memory!” Lex wailed. “All alone in the moonlight!”
“Lex,” Clark coaxed. “It’s closing time.”
“I can smile at the old days! I was beautiful then!”
“You’re still beautiful ... just also drunk.”
Karaoke night was over, and The Talon mercifully empty. Clark wasn’t sure what had inspired this performance, but alcohol was definitely fueling it.
Clark pulled Lex’s arm around his shoulders. “Let’s get you home and sobered up.”
Lex had walked in on him kissing Lana earlier ... but ...
“It’s so easy to leave me,” Lex sniveled into him. Was he crying?
He was.
Clark supported him gently, promised: “I won’t.”
Genre: Crack, and some blend of Humor/Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Catharsis in the style of Broadway.
Warnings: This is a pretty vampy/campy Lex and I probably owe him an apology for that; this isn't the first time I've made him sing either. But for the sake of humor, I think his dignity will survive.
A/N: written for sv100 prompt: past prompt/ memory. Cats is the property of Andrew Lloyd Weber and I don't want it, anyway.
“Memory!” Lex wailed. “All alone in the moonlight!”
“Lex,” Clark coaxed. “It’s closing time.”
“I can smile at the old days! I was beautiful then!”
“You’re still beautiful ... just also drunk.”
Karaoke night was over, and The Talon mercifully empty. Clark wasn’t sure what had inspired this performance, but alcohol was definitely fueling it.
Clark pulled Lex’s arm around his shoulders. “Let’s get you home and sobered up.”
Lex had walked in on him kissing Lana earlier ... but ...
“It’s so easy to leave me,” Lex sniveled into him. Was he crying?
He was.
Clark supported him gently, promised: “I won’t.”