1964-03-19 - Quaaludes and Spies
Summary: SHIELD infiltrates a drug party. They didn't count on Lois Lane blowing their cover.
Related: None.
Theme Song: None
ne grant sofia lois 


Sunday night was a weird time for a party, but this was a weird sort of party. Half filled with people who, in a year or two, would be the start of the very counter culture movement in the US. A few business people who don't quite seem to fit but are tucked with some loose girls on a couch in the far corner. One the most well known and respected disc jockies in New York City spinning on a make-shift stage by the far windows. A table full of booze, dishes of pills, some food, and god knows what else. There's a small dance floor with a single lanky woman swaying out to her own beat.

This… was a come down party. After the weekend, everyone exhausted, needing to relax before heading into whatever jobs they actually pretended to do during the week. It's exclusive to 'know the right people' to get in, but then doesn't seem to discriminate. By far, the loudest person in the room (except for MAYBE the DJ) is a far corner sectional couch where Lois Lane sits. Her Hawaiian shirt is tied up crop-top style beneath her breasts, baring her soft, slender stomach, and she still wears purple shades despite the dim light of the room.

"No… no, NO! Listen to me. Seriously. The only reason this shit is illegal is because it makes you smarter. The god-damned-government doesn't want us expanding our MINDS because then we'll all realize what kind of SHEEPLE they're turning us into. They want to keep us down. They want to stop protests. They WANT everyone to pretend it's 1953 again and we should be spying on our F*CKING COMMIE NEIGHBORS, doing the government's job FOR THEM. But it's not. Everyone's real tired of that shit, so the government is getting scared and keeping allll the good shit to themselves. You heard about the experiments they did with LSD? Why do you think they did that? To *refine IT*."

*

Sofia did her best to enter the party while being somewhat more circumspect. She doesn't shout for everyone ot hear about her opinions of the drug conspiracy, whatever she might believe about it, and instead allows herself to attract attention in other days. Sofia is wearing a sleek red evening gown that brings out the lustre of her dark hair and eyes, the same deep red she's chosen to colour her lips. With her hair carefully bobbed and set to her left, four inche heels on her feet, and a pair of black evening gloves that end on her upper arm just past her elbow she's distinctive enough to draw raised eyebrows. Her exotic accent and appearance can't hurt matters.

"Everyone knows that the LSD refinement was to try simulating false environments," the woman muses in her vaguely Hispanophone west coast meets pacific islander accent. "Interrogation techniques." Sofia has a rich, melodic voice that carries without her needing to really yell. She inserts herself not too far from Lois at this point, positioning not too far from the man to her… left. This one is offered a smile but then the brunette ignores him. If your target knows they are a target they tend to react to it.

"They want us all to pretend it's 1921 again. Bring back President Wilson." There's a shrug from Sofia at this and she cocks her head slightly as she considers this for a moment. "You're not afraid of the Reds anymore…? Maybe you should be. A lot of hold in the Asian countries last I heard." Sofia would probably know.

*

How does a seemingly mute criminal and thief get into this sort of place? She walks right in. Building her own connections had been difficult at times for the short woman whom didn't really communicate beyond the written work very often, but a recent job had left her with enough green to ease her way in if she had to.

With the party indoors, Ne had reluctantly left her usual parasol behind, instead she was wrapped in the black top and skirt she usually wore to 'blend in' with humanity, but her disguise beyond that was rather lax. The twin tails her hair were pulled into still carried her odd coloration of pink mingled into the more normal looking brown. People might not take it as a mutantion here, merely someone wanting to look a little more alternative to the norm.

Catching wind of the discussion, she tilts her head to the side and moves a little closer to the exchange, giving a little purse of her lips. Conspiricy was always fun after all, especially when it wasn't all that long ago much had been happening on the streets, or that less than 12 months ago the president had been shot dead. Today at least, she'd brought a notepad as she scribbles her writting down, hoping that one might glance her way enough to see it.

<People are always trying to 'improve' on something, including other people. Who knows what sorts of things could come out of the process?>

*

And then there's Grant, wearing a black shirt and black jeans, keeping vague tabs on the LSD argument but staying out of it. Instead, he's talking with some equally nondescript-looking businessman about the only international relations that really matter, namely: the World Series. "Montreal," the businessman says, sounding nearly as incensed as Sheeple Guy. "As in /Canada/. Can you believe it? Never mind their minors team folded four years ago, now they think they can go bigger?"

*

Despite the fact that she is probably on at least two of the various things offered in the bowls, Lois is still sharp. She finishes her rant, bloodshot blue eyes staring over the rims of her glasses to see how the group has received her lecture. Sofia's slight protests get a full lipped smirk and she shakes her head almost immediately, "No…no. I'm not worried about the Asians. You see. Give it a year. We're gonna be the ones going in on THEIR territory, not the other way. We're the bullies, the US. We always are. The commies would be right and happy to completely ignore us and let us self-destruct on our own capitalist petard, if we'd let them alone!" Yeah, this sort of talk is enough to get someone arrested or reported somewhere else. Perhaps that's why Lois lets her tongue fly here.

Then she practically snatches Ne's notepad out of her hands, standing up and using her glasses to read it as she begins to pace, "Our voiceless friend here says: 'People are always trying to 'improve' on something, including other people. Who knows what sorts of things could come out of the process?' And YES! Yes… that was already happening. That awful Weapon-X nonsense. They were doing research on LIVE MUTANT SUBJECTS. Treating them like pigs! Look it up! It was… in the Bugle, at least. That rag. So, why shouldn't we improve upon ourselves? Don't wait for someone else! Open your own mind!"

And then Lois is stalking over to Grant's side. She picks up something from a bowl, rudely flashly it in his face, "Hey, tall-dark-handsome-and-pretending-to-not-be-interested. I know you're listening. I see the way your eyes moved 45 seconds ago, and three minutes before that. Don't pretend. Learn. Come on." For a slightly crazy, sluttily dressed druggie? She's not wrong. In fact, she's precisely right. Eeriely so.

*

"Mmm. The USA hardly gets out of their business. The Philippines. Guam. Korea. It's just the same pattern, isn't it? It isn't as if people haven't noticed them nosing around Laos and Thailand like the government here owns everything." Sofia shakes her head at that, taking a deep breath as she straightens herself to her full, relatively diminutive height. She looks around at the room now, frowning faintly as she does so. The glance at Grant is nearly imperceptible. Truly.

Sofia had just noticed Ne when the words are being announced by Lois. "People are always improving things because that is what life is supposed to do. We grow, we evolve, we try to become richer, happier, have more kids. Now we're learning how to improve people by changing them directly and everyone should be scared to see what we do with it next. I'm sure the Bugle didn't have the half of it." Sofia's soft voice grows stronger as she continues to speak, slightly flushed by this point. Anyone observant would realize she hasn't touched the drugs. Maybe this situation is why she's here.

Lois goes to join Grant and Sofia's eyes track her movements for a moment. Ne is acknowledged mostly with her eyes. Then the brunette is turning and orienting herself toward the man who is standing beside her. "All of this talk and I almost forget why you even come to these parties. SForgive me. So… Mmm. You helped organize this, right? Can you tell me about some of the new, ah…" A glance toward the bowls follows.

*

Damn it! It had taken Ne long enough to get into the habbit of carrying that notepad after a friend had suggested it over an over, now she was without it. Her features coming to an irritated half-frown, the woman who only -just- broke 5'1" in the heels she was wearing raises her hand, clearly trying to signal for the thing back. A little chill prickles the air around her, but it's hardly noticed in the haze going along the room. Like Sofia, Ne had yet to touch any of the drugs around the place, but then perhaps giving anything to an illusionist would be a little…colorful at best.

Crossing her arms over her chest, the woman tilts her head to the side as her odd-colored eyes follow Lois' stalking away (STILL WITH HER NOTEPAD) she gives a small pout and then lets her gaze move over towards Grant and Sofia. With her 'voice' borrowed she's back to observing for a moment."

*

Mr. Canada-Has-No-Chance decides that this is a good time to get up, wander over to the other side of the room, and try his pitch on someone else. Because yeah, Grant wasn't doing that good a job of pretending to care about any of it. Confronted by a Lois, he holds his hands up toward her, palms outward in a typical defensive posture. "Okay, so you caught me, I was checking you out a little. But c'mon, can you blame me?" This is not /entirely/ a lie.

*

Well, the tall and handsome man who has just swung his explanation enough that Lois is considering buying it is *slightly* more interesting that Sofia, for the moment, or poor Ne, as Lois still has her notebook in hand. The reporter is used to carrying a note book, her stoned mind just hasn't quite realized it's not *her* notebook in hand. The idiot savant sort of genius for this woman, it seems. "Mm…you're a sweet talker. But I don't think it's … exactly my tits you're interested in. I can't tell if you're fuzz or you're new to it all and just don't know which damn pill to take. But you and way over dressed over there…" Lois nods towards Sofia, "Really ain't a part of this scene. It's okay. As long as you'll learn."

Then it's back to Sofia, "You're preachin' to the choir about the US. Hell… probably what drug you over here ages ago, ain't it. SOmething to do with family. You sure as shit ain't American… Filipino, probably…. but Spanish speaking… Born… Manila, am I right? So, somewhere the US kicked up some of your family and bam, suddenly, you are all American as fortune cookies and pizza." SHe winks, well aware of the irony behind those words, "And you didn't come to this party for drugs…Nor would I tell you I organized it, even if I did. But… you are curious *about* the drugs. Why?" Lois hasn't quite figured out their shitck, but she's getting closer.

That's when she looks back to her notebook, searching for a particular note she made earlier, when she realizes it's NOT HER's. Shit. She just took someone's voice. Ice blue eyes go wide. "F*ck… where is creepy-sexy-mute girl again…"

*

"For the drugs? No. The conversation's much more interesting," Sofia responds quietly, arching a brow as she looks over at Lois. She isn't the only person who dressed up, of course; but glaringly, perhaps, she might be the only one so out of theme not also stoned completely into next week. Rich, out of place people are usually just looking for an escape. She tilts her head slightly, turning toward Lois as she does so. the man beside her was just pointing out a good pill, which the woman retrieves from the bowl and holds delicately between two fingers. Then those brown eyes are all on Lois again.

"Spanish and Filipino, Manila. You're pretty good at this. I spent half of my life in Los Angeles. Wasn't a hostile takeover exactly. My father's an executive. Good talent resources to the USA. What else can you tell so far?" She shrugs her shoulders lightly. "Truth is, I've just never… Actually touched this stuff before. I always back out at the last second. People say it's supposed to help you relax. Slow down your mind. And apparently reveal the truth of the intricate anti-Communist government psychoactive chemical conspiracies."

As Sofia moves toward Lois again she glances over at Ne and offers her a brief smile. Then she hooks a thumb at the notebook? At the same time Lois realizes what she has… And Sofia goes to snatch the notebook from her delicately and offer it back to the tiny silent woman. Grant gets a once over. They're not here "together". Even if they are.

*

Ne wasn't exactly a perfect example of this scene either…or any scene really. Right now however, she's almost nowhere to be seen until the woman with the icecream-like hair is simply behind Lois, yanking her notepad from the drugged woman's back pocket and scribbling another note with the pencil she'd tucked behind her ear a moment ago. <Creepy-Sexy-mute girl?> she writes before cocking her head to one side and writing one more. <It's a little hard to be heard without one of these. We can't all stand up and yell while flashing half our boobs.> The second scribbling might almost seem negative, were it not for the amused expression on her face. Never mind the fact that Lois and Ne had just played musical notepads.

She'd beat Sofia to the punch, but only just, so the latin woman gets a nod of thanks before Ne tilts her head towards Grant as well, that same curiousity there remaining but he seemed to be a little more reserved, holding back from the party in its fullest. Not that she could talk, but she seemed to be getting by unquestioned on her 'oddness' alone. A glance to Sofia again now as the woman holds up the pill and Ne tilts her head. Truth be told? She had no idea what most of this stuff was. 'Poisons' and drugs were VX's thing, not hers, but that didn't mean those odd-colored eyes weren't going to be watching closely.

*

See, now this is the type of situation that Grant was waiting for. You try to stay sharp all the time, you burn yourself out early. Still casual, he turns and leans back against the bar, giving Lois a fresh once-over. "Okay, you got me. I'm willing to learn, though. What do you recommend?" He leaves it at that, between Sofia and Ne she's already got enough distractions not to pile on too many more.

*

This is the weird thing about Lois Lane — she thrives on distractions. It keeps the demon's in ones head quieter. It makes dissecting every situation not so tempting. So, she doesn't mind that she's getting it from every angle, though it means she does totally miss Ne pick pocketing her note book. Sofia and Grant's questions about drugs, however… it does interest her. Especially Sofia. Her pale eyes narrow on the woman a bit deeper. "It does help you relax. You… you need it. Don't you? You're like me. You've got a thousand things going up there, constantly. You can't shut them off… Can't put it away. That's why you're stuck on the politics, but defending your father too, but still trying to fit in here and yet scared if you let go you're going to miss something so you don't let go. But you need to. Bein' too smart, man…it'll drive you crazy. It drives you crazy. Here. This. It'll… just make it more quiet. Just for a bit. Come on…" Lois pulls the lights quaalude she knows is there. One of her old favourites. "Go on."

Then it's back to Ne, blinking as she realizes the woman has a different note book and is writing something. Where did she get that notebook?! On no, it's her's…and it's got the short hand notes of the Johnson article in it. Shit. "Oh, hey… if I show the rest of my boobs, will you give me that note book back? I need it. Shit. Here's yours. I'm an asshole. But I never said anything different. Still, just…gimmie that. Got my work in it. I need it." Lois actually seems a bit worried, though no one could read her writing.

Finally, it's back to Grant. What does she recommend? She looks him up and down, considering…"You're not a man who likes to give up control, are you? I have a feeling even weed would make you paranoid as all get out. You'd be jumpin' at shadows and waiting for someone to barge in here and accuse you of being a cop or drag you back to'em. But…that's probably what you need. Same as your friend. Harder shit… you two ain't ready for it. Stiff shirts."

*

The quaalude is being considered for a few long seconds. Sofia accepts the little white pill she's been offered and studies it carefully. As she withdraws her gloved hand the small woman's arm brushes against Lois's. Just a second or so of contact. "Methaqualone? Mmm." She nods once then, delicately pursing her lips. Ne gets a nod in response to her writings and then Sofia is quickly shifting her eyes back to Lois, apparently deep in thought while the scene plays out..

The conversation turns next to Grant as he too is being offered drugs. Sofia herself seems to be relatively lost in… Something. She finally takes a deep breath and places the pill on her tongue. A split second follows before she actually swallows it. No more reason to speak, apparently. Not right away. She seems to be waiting for- something. Then she asks, "How did you know where I was from Manila isn't really much of a tourist destination. Father was in the army?"

*

Welp, that caught Ne off-guard. She actually blinks like a deer in the almost-literal headlights, but taking the notes back from her isn't exactly going to be difficult. Unfortunately perhaps for the crowd, the short woman doesn't go cashing in any offers, instead making the exchange back peacefully and giving a silent nod in clear mime of 'thank you'. Right now? She's learning quite a lot in her silence. Truth, or perhaps merely opinion from the mouth of Lois Lane. Perhaps a little truth back towards Lois too.

While she can't quite contribute the same amounts as the others, the silent woman's gaze remains between the others with her keen interest clear on her face. Being a 'mute' had its advantages. People tended to talk more freely when they began to forget you were there.

*

Grant glances back and forth, watching the exchange of notebooks with unhidden amusement, though he at least has the good taste not to openly laugh at anyone. "You're probably right," he replies to Lois, instead. "Do me some good, even if it is kind of rough at first. I did have a drink earlier, but that doesn't really count, does it?"

*

The exchange of notebooks gets a noticable look of relief from Lois. To the strange woman in the tinted glasses, there was clearly something very valuable in that text. "Thank you… uh, well…I don't know your name, beyond creepy-sexy lady. Thanks. I'm Lois." She actually offers her hand to the cotton candy haired woman, at least curious enough to learn that much. But she was also going to be babysitting two newbies for the rest of the night, so that would be distacting enough.

Sofia's question about the military gets a double look and a slightly, almost darker, gaze from Lois. She frowns but gives a single nod, "Yeah. Me and my dad. We moved around a lot. You learn things that way. Guess it was… life… enchancing, or something." Lois doesn't sound like they are exactly fond memories and, abruptly, she's joining Sofia and Grant on this quaalude journey. She nods in affirmation to Grant, "Do you a ton of good. Let your mind relax to focus on what is important… and maybe help stop you from havin' a heart attack before your 50, at the rate you're going." She nods in encouragement to him, but Sofia gets a bit of a proud smile for having taken her's. "…Good job. We should all sit. Relax. Just… let it kick in. Can talk about whatever you want… or not talk. That's why the music is here…"

*

Sofia is moving toward a nearby seat. She perches herself delicately on the edge of the couch now, her eyes surveying everything surrounding her. Once, then twice. She relaxes visibly over the next few moments, her gloved hands carefully positioned in her lap while she sits. It seems that she is going to take this time to just collect her thoughts as they are bombarded by the effects of the strong sedatives.

"Alright. Lois, you said? We can talk then. My name is Sofia." That is offered with a faint smile. Dark eyes cast over everyone again and finally come to rest on the mute girl positioned nearby. "That is Ne, to spare her the ridiculous exposition. So, I wanted to ask. The drugs are to slow things down…? So yu get that feeling. That everything is moving a million miles a minute, and missing a detail is maddening. So you can't stop looking?"

As this is asked Sofia looks over at Grant again. To him she says, "It's alright. Quaaludes are pretty mild. You'll be fine. Everyone alert. You know. Relatively speaking…"

*

At the mention of 'not talk', Grant's gaze veers over toward another corner. Yeah, those two over there. Weren't they wearing a bit more clothing five minutes ago? Well, these things happen sometimes. "Iiiii think you may have been doing Can't Stop Looking already," he says to Sofia, mildly. Has anyone actually handed him anything yet?

*

Lois pops one of those other pills into Grant's hand and then beckons him over to the couches with Sofia. Her step isn't so much a strut as a saunter, shownig off bare waist and tight jeans. It wasn't exactly a *stylish* outfit, but it worked for her, as strange as it seemed. Lois takes one for herself, popping it past unpainted lips and then almost dramatically flopping back into the pillows of the couch. "Yes… that… That's exactly it. There's so much going on, so much shit in the world. The government, screaming politicians, half the city is corrupt, new golden boy DA is gonna get himself killed before he closes a single trial, men in black running around everywhere and a city half homeless and starving. And if you're smart… really smart… you see it all. You can't shut it of. You wanna tell the story, you wanna… Scream it from the f*ckin' Empire State BUilding but no one is listening because you have a set of f*cking tits and no one buys a story from a woman unless you lie about your name because women aren't journalists so you have to sometimes just shut it off and remember there are good things in life…"

Well, if that wasn't a soul baring rant of a woman who is on her third hit of something tonight. But there, it's out in the open, what half the people around knew already. Lois reaches into her pocket, pulling out a silver case and popping it open to reveal some rolling papers and a little baggie of weed. She rolls absent mindedly, very much an expert with this stuff. "…so…You get things to shut it off. So you can focus on the big things. What matters. SO you're only runnin' a hundred miles and hour and not a thousand. And maybe you don't worry that the fuzz… or the men in black, or whatever you two are… 'cause you ain't one of us, are watching you. Because maybe you need to hear this shit too. Maybe you can change the world, even if we can't." She says that flatly to both of them, but she's still handed over the pills and seems ready to dive in.

*

"Well." Sofia exhales sharply, once. She was listening intently to Losi's speech and "You're right. No one listens. No one cares. Not if you've got a pair of tits or if you're skin has too much brown and not enough pink iniit. Not if you aren't rich enoug hto buy your way into the secret meetings, or if you're not popular enough to make all the right friends." She seems to be musing, speaking in a soft voice that carries a careful intensity with it nevertheless. Her fingers are splayed lightly on the edge of the table in front of her now.

"The world never slows down. This is the closest I've gotten in… Ages. It's nice to lose track of a detail once in awhile. try to forget something. This isn't quite that, but… It's a start anyway. I don't know if I can make a difference? I can listen to your stories and try to make something work but I'm still just as much of a pretty face with no real voice. But I can certainly try. Big question, though."

Sofia pauses here ,frowning faintly while she oes. "Do you think I should be wearing black instead? Because I suppose I ruined the mystique. Either way, I… Already found what I was looking for."

*

Grant eyes the pill for a moment, then shrugs and downs it, reaching for a nearby glass afterward to finish it off. Might just be ice water. Might not be. "Well, I'm the man so I'm probably all wrong about this, but I wouldn't go quite that far. It's not that everyone is like that. It's just that enough people are like that, and you don't always know when sticking your neck out will get you a punch to the throat. And they know that, so they figure they can get away with it. Look how long they got away with 'literacy tests' for voting rights." Who knows how well the stuff is kicking in, but something at least has gotten him a little more chatty.

*

Just the careful, soothing motions of rolling that delicate paper between her fingertips, then Lois licks the edge and secures the joint she's managed to roll half distracted, in a far too dimly lit room. "Yes, well… some of them are learning. This is true. It's still shitty. And… you got some sort of power, lady… You walk with it. Hold yourself that way. Your trained. You've got muscle definition that people don't carry without some serious lessons. Same with handsome over there. And you both walk the same way when you are following someone. Like the way we walked to this couch." High as a kite, and Lois has noticed all of that. It's still hard to shut it off, it seems.

"So…I think you received similiar training. Just don't know why. Also know it's good that they took a woman. Maybe that's some hope. And yeah, you're a man, but you're givin' *her* back up and that's… damn impressive. And you haven't rolled your eyes once. So… ya'll can tell me why you are here and what you're doing… and I'll see what I can do to help and maybe write some human interest piece about gettin' high with the fuzz — won't name names, of course. I always protect my sources. Or we can sit here pretending we're all total strangers and you belong in this place."

*

"Mmm. There's something going around," Sofia starts quietly. "New drug people have been taling about. It's suppose to act on the prefrontal cortex. Not just having hallucinations but actually allow someone to mess with what you remember whiel you are doing it. Just trying to figure out if it doeseverything they say it does. But it doesn't look like it's here." Having been called out publicly Sofia doesn't bother sugarcoating her words. Her smooth, melodic voice is quite serious as she answers the quesiton,eyes affixed to Lois's.

"And no… You're right." Grant gets a nod from Sofia now. "You both are. Things are changing. New opportunities open up. I suppose it's just looking back at how hard it was to get here it seems a little…" Sofia says something in Tagalog. Her accent is a bit more pronounced now, though she still speaks in perfet, lyrical English notes. Small trills on some consonants. "Anyway. People do listen to you, Lois. I do, at least. I read your column all the time."

*

Grant doesn't directly acknowledge Lois's accusation - if 'accusation' is the right word to use, given the situation - but he doesn't bother contradicting it, either. With Sofia piping up, does it really matter? "Pre-frontal cortex," he murmurs, leaning back and considering. "That just sounds wrong. Like 'frontal' should be all the way in the front, and if you go more to the front, now you're talking about part of the skull. Or the forehead, that could work, too."

*

Grant's rambling about the parts of the brain just gets a LOOK from Lois, and a deeper smirk. She then rolls eyes back to Sofia, the expression on her face saying to please, please tell her that the man was joking and he wasn't actually that dumb. But then, that's the thought pattern of someone far too smart for her own good. Lois slips the joint between her lips, lifting her hips off the couch a moment so she can dig her lighter out of her back pocket and starting the cherry going. Now it was a proper party.

Sofia's admitting that she knows who the woman is? That's completely makes Lois preen a moment. She gives a lazy smile, but there's certain pride in her eyes. "I…I'm glad someone is readin'. SOmetimes, I feel like I'm just screaming at the stars." Lois mutters with a half sigh. But then she continues. "Mm… as for the drug, no. It ain't here. I did some cover on the vigor stuff, but… That all cleared up when the source got axed. And anyone who knew anything about actually takin' drugs stayed well off the shit. I… have heard a few things. I could track it. I could get you the info. But… I have two requirements. You all fess up with me about why you're stickin' your noses into this and, two… I get the story when this all breaks open. I get exclusives on ANY of the shit I feed you because if I'm goin' stooge, it'd better be worth it."

*

"Well. Can we talk somewhere a little more private then?" Sofia looks around slowly and then finally lets her gaze settle on Grant. She is studying him for a second before breaking into a quiet laugh. "I can't say it doesn't sound odd," the woman muses quietly in her dark mezzo-soprano voice before giving a faint shrug. "I can't change the nanme now," she adds simply as she comes to her feet.

When Lois starts to preen and Sofia's smile brightens a bit and then she is casting her eyes between the two once more. "I'll tell yu what I'm doing here, at least. Full scoop. I can't promise the exclusives myself, though. I can put in a good word but there's another link in that chain.' She shifts her weight slightly and then gives a shrug. "Grant, would you rather stay at the party and keep an eye out for a bit longer or…?"

*

Grant may be starting to soar, but he still recognizes /that/ look from Lois, and shakes his head a little. "Oh, no, I know that's not what it really is. It just sounds weird. Like 'modern' art— so what are they going to call the art twenty years from now?" It's probably best he doesn't know the answer to that one. As for Sofia's question, he takes a look around and shakes his head. "Nah, I think I'm good. Talked about as much baseball as I think I can stand for one night."

*

While Lois is enjoying her joint, she takes another long drag of it, she is still a business woman. She smells a story here and she's not losing it. She reaches into her OTHER back pocket, pulling out a smaller case. Business cards. She reaches them over in Grant and Sofia's direction. "That's the phone to my desk at the Bulletin. I'm there most afternoons. You talk to whoever you gotta talk to. You get permission to give me the exclusive. If you want the info from somenone down here in the trenches, you do it and you call me. Otherwise, I promise you, ain't a face in this room that's gonna talk to the fuzz. Especially not now. So… you two head out. Get some sleep while you're actually relaxed — best sleep of your lives, I promise — and we'll talk soon." Since neither of them seemed completely out of it on the drugs, Lois seems content to let them leave. And she's trying to enjoy her own high now.

*

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