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Post by Lois Lane on Dec 31, 2008 17:49:56 GMT -5
*She chuckled.*
"You hate him, don't cha?"
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Dec 31, 2008 17:56:36 GMT -5
"Wellll..." he drawled.
"I don't hate him, he just...drives me crazy. The man is just too fast and loose, the way he does things."
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Post by Lois Lane on Dec 31, 2008 18:02:24 GMT -5
"Yep," *She nodded as if she understood.* "You hate him."
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Dec 31, 2008 18:05:11 GMT -5
"Do not." He said petulantly.
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Post by Lois Lane on Dec 31, 2008 18:17:10 GMT -5
"Do too," *she said using the same, childish tone.*
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Dec 31, 2008 18:21:22 GMT -5
"Not!" He yawned.
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Post by Lois Lane on Dec 31, 2008 18:31:53 GMT -5
"Whatever you say, Playboy," *she said drowsily at the very end of a sigh as she slowly drifted off into sleep.*
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Dec 31, 2008 18:39:11 GMT -5
Bruce mumbled something unintelligible as he, too drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Lois Lane on Dec 31, 2008 20:38:35 GMT -5
*Lois slept soundly through the night but when morning came and the sun came shining through the window... it was a completely different story. Even through her closed eyes, it was too bright for the hangover she had.*
"Ugh, my head," *she groaned, still half asleep. Shrinking away from the light she buried her face in Bruce's chest.*
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Dec 31, 2008 21:10:33 GMT -5
Bruce muttered, turned over, and almost squished her.
"Ack!"
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Post by Lois Lane on Dec 31, 2008 21:31:03 GMT -5
*Lois cringed.* "Jeeeesus. Quiet down--" Wait, what*Forget the freakin' hangover. Lois nearly jumped out of bed.* "What the hell?" *she screamed.* *It wasn't until then she realized.* "Why the hell aren't I wearing a shirt?" *she screamed again, trying to cover herself.*
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Dec 31, 2008 21:33:49 GMT -5
Bruce's eyebrows shot up, then he quickly averted his gaze and hopped off the mattress like it was burning him.
"I have no idea, and--"
He stopped.
"...where's my jacket?"
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Post by Lois Lane on Jan 1, 2009 0:13:11 GMT -5
*Where the hell was her shirt?*
"Hang on..." *she paused, suddenly immersed in thought and ignoring the fact that she was only wearing a bra on top for a second.* "We didn't... did we?"
*God, she hated this. Getting drunk was fun-- hell! She didn't even mind the hangovers but not remembering, that was the worst.*
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Post by Bruce Wayne on Jan 1, 2009 0:20:27 GMT -5
He paused in the middle of looking for his tie.
"I don't think so. I'd remember that."
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Post by Lois Lane on Jan 1, 2009 1:00:24 GMT -5
*She shrugged.*
"You'd be surprised..." *she mumbled, remember a few really bad nights she spent with her friends in Luxembourg as a teen.*
"I mean-- Damn right! Highlight of your life." *She sounded too sure of herself, like she was trying to hide the fact that she was feeling very, very uncomfortable.*
*She saw something out of the corner of her eye and turned to look. It was his tie. She picked it up and held it out to him, trying to hide how self-conscious she felt.*
"Here," *she said, sounding more mean than she felt.*
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