Fic excerpt: Summers (X-Men/Superman comiverse) Cyclops, Superman, Lois Lane (rated teen)
Here's another excerpt because I love Lois and I don't want to do homework.
Here, teen!Clark and tween!Scott are in Metropolis for a Youth Journalism contest; Clark is a finalist. Teen!Lois is, of course, another finalist. At 17, she smokes, uses a fake ID to get into a pub & swears worse than a sailor as portrayed by Quentin Tarantino. Clark is amused; Scott, less so.
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"What's your story, slim? Tagging along the eagle scout here to get a merit badge?"
Scott shook his head, pointing at his mouth to excuse himself from talking to her.
"Yep. Merit badge. Hey, want to see something cool?" She sucked on her cigarette then made the smoke blow out of her nose. It rose to circle her hair.
"That's gross," said Scott.
"Hey, the mosquito bites. You're a military brat, too. Or you were. I can tell. We all sit up straight like we got rods up our asses."
Scott stiffened his posture even more.
"Scott's dad was in the air force and his mom was jet engineer," Clark said proudly.
"That right? I guess you got out while you could. Not that I blame you. Those small-dicked jet weenies are the worst of the bunch--"
He didn't know how he did it so quickly, but one minute Scott's ears steamed with affront and the next, he held an empty glass. Orange soda dripped down Lois' face and shirt. Clark's mouth gaped open.
"Scott! That was..." Clark turned to Lois. "I'm sorry. He's still recovering from his dad's death and--"
Lois cut his apology off with a flick of her hand. Pointing her sodden cigarette at Scott, she said, "You're a brat."
"You're mean," he retorted.
"Yes, I am. But I also didn't know your dad was dead. If I did, I wouldn't have maligned the size of his penis. I'm sure it was tumescent and did his country proud."
Clark groaned and let his head slam on the table. The nacho mountain quaked. "Can we please get back to the Planet before my little brother learns any more language that'll get him paddled when we go home?"
Here, teen!Clark and tween!Scott are in Metropolis for a Youth Journalism contest; Clark is a finalist. Teen!Lois is, of course, another finalist. At 17, she smokes, uses a fake ID to get into a pub & swears worse than a sailor as portrayed by Quentin Tarantino. Clark is amused; Scott, less so.
=^o.O^=
"What's your story, slim? Tagging along the eagle scout here to get a merit badge?"
Scott shook his head, pointing at his mouth to excuse himself from talking to her.
"Yep. Merit badge. Hey, want to see something cool?" She sucked on her cigarette then made the smoke blow out of her nose. It rose to circle her hair.
"That's gross," said Scott.
"Hey, the mosquito bites. You're a military brat, too. Or you were. I can tell. We all sit up straight like we got rods up our asses."
Scott stiffened his posture even more.
"Scott's dad was in the air force and his mom was jet engineer," Clark said proudly.
"That right? I guess you got out while you could. Not that I blame you. Those small-dicked jet weenies are the worst of the bunch--"
He didn't know how he did it so quickly, but one minute Scott's ears steamed with affront and the next, he held an empty glass. Orange soda dripped down Lois' face and shirt. Clark's mouth gaped open.
"Scott! That was..." Clark turned to Lois. "I'm sorry. He's still recovering from his dad's death and--"
Lois cut his apology off with a flick of her hand. Pointing her sodden cigarette at Scott, she said, "You're a brat."
"You're mean," he retorted.
"Yes, I am. But I also didn't know your dad was dead. If I did, I wouldn't have maligned the size of his penis. I'm sure it was tumescent and did his country proud."
Clark groaned and let his head slam on the table. The nacho mountain quaked. "Can we please get back to the Planet before my little brother learns any more language that'll get him paddled when we go home?"