Eighteenth shot at a hot date // Locked to Lois Lane // And backdated a tad

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

[Roy would be pretty visible, halfway to the back at that table for two, even if he hadn't just stood up when Lois walked in. He's made a command decision to just roll with the surreality for the night, which is why he's giving in to the mischievous impulse to act like a gentleman - or at least act like Ollie - and pull out her chair.]

Evening. Find the place okay?

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[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

Kids, too?

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Ignore that tiny wince, if you would, and don't attach too much importance to the pinched, odd quality of this smile.

Looks like he just can't steer clear of this topic. Physically incapable, maybe.]

Just the one! Just mine. An unexpected side-effect of that self-sabotage I mentioned.


But a very welcome one.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

[She notices, alright.]

Boy or girl?

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

Girl. My Lian.

She's fi- she was five, the last time I saw her.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

We don't know how time works when we get out of this joint.

[eatshootsnleves.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [Bucks up, crisply] I think I know the drill by now, Lois, thanks. I've also had more than enough in the way of condolences for things nobody's gonna change. So if you don't mind.

[loisfuckinglane.livejournal.com]

I don't.

How about you steer the subject matter back onto a track you don't mind navigating and I'll follow?