Bunny hungry...

[lady_sarai]

Okay, so, I'm tired and bored and not ready for bed yet. Side effect of staying up past DAWN all week, I suppose. >_<

So. Feed my plot bunny?

She likes carrots.

And song titles, oddly.

(Yes, still looking for a title. Shut up.)

I am obsessed, I know.

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Bruce eyes Richard warily. The other man is mumbling into his glass and shaking his head back and forth. Clark is also watching Richard, looking confused.

Bruce opens his mouth to say something, but Richard abruptly slams his glass down on the table and wags a finger at him. "You're jealous." Except it came out sounding something like "sheloush."

"You never could hold your liquor," Bruce says, shaking his head. "How long has this gone on? Does Lois know?"

Richard giggles--he actually giggles, high-pitched and breathless. "Lois? It was her idea!"

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Clark hasn't been this lost since... Clark has never been this lost.

"What, uh, what is... I mean, Lois wouldn't... can she... but..." Clark finds the ease in which he degenerates into idiot-mode very disconcerting.

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Bruce's eyebrows almost shoot off his forehead and that, at least, makes Clark feel a little better. He's not the only one confused.

"You mean you haven't had sex yet?"

This is his chance, and he opens his mouth to stop this whole ugly scene but Richard is drunk.

"No, no, I mean yes! We did!" Richard reaches across the table to pat Bruce's arm. "Lois said we should, oh!" He turned to Clark. "She thinks we all should, actually that's a pretty good idea don't you think?"

Clark is going to throw every bottle of alcohol in Richard's house into the river tonight.

"And Bruce!" Richard turns again to Bruce. "You know, I haven't had sex with a man since that last time with you, and you know? It's like riding a bike!"

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Bruce is keenly aware that everyone within hearing distance is now politely but resolutely tuned into this quaint little drama and while Bruce the Playboy would take advantage of this situation, Batman is still distinctly pissed off that he was mistaken. However, before he pursued a course of action, he thinks it would be best to get as much clarity out of this conversation as possible.

"Lois thinks that all three of us should sleep together? Would she join in or just sit in the corner and work the camera?"

Clark, he notes, has turned an interesting shade of puce. The smoke coming out of his ears is also a nice touch.

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Richard giggles again, and lies his head down on the table. "Nonononono, silly. Her, me and Clark! Not YOU. She doesn't know you, that'd be crazy."

Crazy, Clark thinks, doesn't begin to cover it.

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Realising how seriously his plan backfired, Clark puts his glass down on the table.

"I think I should get home and, erm, catch Letterman on Tv before..."

Richard's words sink in and he finds he can't continue because really, the image of Richard and Lois together over him momentarily short circuits his brain.

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Bruce is not often at a loss for words; he doesn't much enjoy it. And he's quite pissed off about how jealous he's feeling, when really, there's no reason for it. Richard's been with Lois for seven or eight years now, after all.

But Clark is staring and Bruce is tempted to say something scathing about how he'll catch flies with his mouth open like that, but instead he realizes that retreat is the best option right now.

When he raises his hand to call for the bill, Richard grabs his sleeve and says, "Ooh, can I have one with an umbrella? A teeny-tiny paper one. Blue! I like blue."

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Clark catches a fly in his mouth but still can't move because now all three of them-- Richard, Lois, and himself-- are wearing blue outfits in bed.

Only when he becomes aware that Bruce has slipped back into the Batman scowl does he clack his mouth shut.

"I'll just have the check please."

And the remnants of my sanity he wants to add but doesn't. It would just give Bruce more ammunition.

Richard leers. "Can't wait to get started, huh?"

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[Face drawing ever closer to keyboard. Am not made for late nights any longer. To Be Continued.]

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[You know, since I've been staring at that reply box blankly for several minutes and I'm feeling definitely light-headed and bleary... Wise decision. :) Night!]