1964-04-08 - Lanes and Lunches
Summary: Ford takes Lois out to lunch following her interview with Joker.
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ford lois 


Ford hadn't spoken to Ms. Lane in a while. Not that he had any news to share with her, but she was a puzzle to the Mighty Mechanic. And he suspected there was more to her than she was letting on. And, for once, he had the day off, so he opted to pull out that business card she'd left with him, grab the phone, and give her a call. Perhaps she'd be up for lunch… he truthfully hadn't seen his gal in a while, and though he knew he shouldn't worry… he was a tad lonely.

So when Lois comes into her office at the Bulletin, she'll likely get word from Jimmy (probably giggling a tad knowingly) that some fellow named Ford had called and asked she was available to speak, or perhaps go grab something to eat. From the way Jimmy is getting flustered, it sounds like Ford was using his usual double-talk choice of wording. Though he does try to stick within earshot to hear what she says when she calls… IF she calls…

*

Still moving slow, so on a few more drugs and coming in even LATER than she normally would, Lois isn't stumbling into the office until around noon. She gives Jimmy a bleary eyed glare, "Shut it, Olson…wait… What?" And then when he repeats his flustered self, she sighs and moves back to her desk. It's ginger sitting, but she folds down before picking up the phone, "I know you're listening, Olson. Scram." She mutters behind her shoulder before dialing Ford's number. When he picks up, the husky, tired voice on the other end immediately drawls out, "Finally get bored?"

*

Jimmy scurries off, trying to move away as quickly as his thin frame would carry him. Though he does try to cup something over his ear so he can comically listen in from a distance. It's not working too well…

"Nope. I just happened across that business card you left me and thought it'd be a waste to not make use of it~" He reclined on his apartment couch before continuing. "So, I know you're probably busy getting the latest scoop on the up-and-coming heroes and villains, but I thought you could use a break… and from the sound of it, you need one. So how about lunch? I know this quiet place out of the way that serves some good gyros, if you're up to it."

*

The only real hesitation is the fact that Lois just walked into the office. But Ford was interesting, and a possible story himself. There is nothing over the line but the quiet sound of her breath for a few heartbeats and then a little groan as she unfolds from her desk chair. "Sure. You pickin' me up? I'm at the Bulletin. Otherwise, gimme the address and I'll be there in ten." She waits for the confirmation there and then echoes over the phone. "Ciao." Before killing the receiver.

"Olson! Tell Perry I'm going out to lunch." Before he can even protest that she just got here, she tut-tuts, "Story lead! I'm workin', I'm workin…" She assures him, not even having taken off her coat. She slings her purse over her shoulder again and moves for the door and elevator. Soon enough, she's off to meet Ford.

*

"Why don't I pick you up? From the sound of that groan, you might have enough trouble getting down the stairs. See you in 5." Ford offered, hanging up the phone and heading out to his blue Ford 300, gunning the gas and heading towards the Bulletin. Meanwhile, Jimmy quickly drops the rolled up paper he was using and sits up straight, blinking as she said she was heading out and about to protest, but is stopped quickly by Lois. He sits drooped over a bit before nodding and getting up to tell Perry.

About 5 minutes later, he arrives at the front and leans over to open the door for Lois to hop in. "So you always look that good for work, or did you know I'd be calling today~?" he asked, allowing her to get in before driving off.

*

Today, Lois is mostly her usual self. In her fur lined, green suede coat with her low rise jeans, but she's actually bothered to pull on some sort of light sweater over her torso today, not her normal bare mid-riff, and has a long scarf wrapped about her throat. Maybe she's cold? Or maybe she's hiding a whole lot of bruising from the way she's moving, a touch too slow for her normal energy. She might also just be hung over, it's hard to tell.

"You sweet talker, as ever. Your lady know you're takin' another girl to lunch?" Lois rasps out softly, her voice half purr, half husky groan. She sinks gingerly into the seat of his car, using the door instead of an open window. No tricks or anctics right now. She then sinks back deeper in his chair, eyes still hidden beneath her normal sunglasses. "ANd I managed the stairs perfectly fine, thank you."

*

Ford rounded a corner before speaking again. She was moving… slowly. "Erm… it's a bit… complicated." Ford replied, a bit reluctant to say "I haven't seen her for almost a week now, and it's starting to become a challenge to keep things up." Instead, he glanced every so often at her moves as she shifted during the drive. "You okay? You look a bit… stiff, I think. Maybe you should lay off the drink and drugs a bit. Lord only knows what that stuff is doing to your body."

*

"Fuck no… that's the only stuff keeping me *moving*." This is Lois drugged. A whole bunch of weed for the pain, a touch of coke for the energy, it's keeping her functional and moving forward instead of laid up in bed with a few cracked ribs and the bruises ringing her throat. The way she leans her head back, he might catch the upper part of that bruise line on her delicate neck, the scarf doesn't well hide it. Not when she's sprawling like that. "I'm fine. Just had a bit of a tussle is all. All in a good day's story, you know? It's part of the job." She too-casually passes it off. Even if she had admitted in the paper she played a far more dangerous game with the JOker.

*

Ford grimaced as she wrote off the drugs. "Well, okay… but what have you been doing that you need something to help keep you moving?" he asked, glancing over just in time to catch sight of the bruises around her neck. Reaching a stop sign, Ford took a moment and unceremoniously reached over to pull the scarf lower. "…a tussle? Sorry, I don't buy that. Either you got yourself struck on the neck, or strangled… what in the hell happened, and why are you putting yourself in such danger for a story?"

*

A slight roll of her eyes comes as he dares pull that scarf down. The ring of bruises and worse around her neck is… Nasty. Some massive hands did that, probably someone closer to seven feet tall than six. THe bruises are as green and yellow as they are purple, going that deep. She was probably pretty damn close to death, or at least being unconscious, to get that pretty picture. She gently bats his hand away, "Hey, careful with the goods. I'm a f*ckin' museum, look, don't touch." That alone probably betrays how much pain she is in, because it's a cold day in Hell when Lois doesn't want some man's hands on her. "…and don't you read the paper? I got the first exclusive with the Joker. We sold out of newstands. Twice."

*

Ford stared quietly back at Lois for a moment, jaw hanging open as she tells him about the interview. It's only when a car behind him honks that he remembers he has a green signal and continues driving. "Are you out of your mind!? You went into the same building as that madman!? He's a crazy guy! He's… the Reservoir Massacre! Didn't you know about that!? Jesus Christ on a motorbike, what'd he do to you!?" Ford asked, not even bothering to hide how concerned he was. Ford grit his teeth and his grip on the wheel before speaking again. "God… what else did he do to you? Aren't you worried that psycho is gonna get fixated on you and come after you?"

*

The woman waves him off again, clearing her throat gently, "Ford, God…I'm gonna start calling you Jimmy soon. Or better yet, General…" She's high enough to NOT realize that he probably doesn't get the fact that General is *the* General, Sam Lane, her father dearest. But her rambling words clearly meant something to her. She reaches to the window, "You mind if I crack a window? I could use a cigarette. And yes, I know who the hell he is. I DO work in news. The story was worth it. I'm fine. Bruises. They go away. A story that sells out two runs of papers? That's worth it." She genuinely seems to believe this, "And he won't get fixated. I'm not that interesting."

*

"…General? Who the heck is… you know what? Nevermind. Doesn't matter. Jeebus criminy, Lois…" Ford finally brought the car to a stop in a small parking lot next to a hole-in-the-wall Greek restaurant, cutting the engine and turning a bit. "Sure… if you take that scarf off so I can get a better look at your neck. What else did he do?" Ford asked, frowning deeply.

"No, it isn't. I'm sorry, Lois, but it isn't. Life is far more important than selling a story or paper. Believe me. And how do you know? He's crazy. I'm pretty sure he flips a coin just to see if he should flip a coin on a decision. He could be reading your story and planning a follow up interview. God knows with him."

*

"General. *The* General. Sam Lane. My dad, you know?" Like he was supposed to know. Just because one of the most prominent generals in the US had the same last name as her didn't mean a damned thing. Of course, it might explain a few things about her devil may care attitude. Still rebelling, all the way into her thirties. And then she lazily turns her frame, not just her head as that does actually still hurt, so she's half facing him in the car, "Psh. Seriously, drop it. It's fine. There's nothing to get a better look at." She insists a bit more firmly. She's not used to someone actually showing care. She doesn't quite know how to handle it.

The last comment, however, gets an earnest laugh from her. "…I hope he does! I mean…I could do without the guns and the Russian Roulette but…shit… that was my best story in 1964. I could use another lead like that. And you trust me, Ford Bennet…my life isn't more important. My life *IS* the story. Otherwise…I'm nothing but some boring bit of wind and tits."

*

"The General? …wait, you mean… General Samuel Lane? …wait, wait, HE'S your dad!?" Ford asked. Heavens above, this woman was just FULL of surprises! "Does… does he know you're doing dangerous stuff like that? And… he hasn't bothered to step in at all!?" What a jackass parent! "Just… look, just at least lower it a bit. So I can at least be sure I'm not neglecting something important to address? Please?" Ford sat up, leaning over a bit to try and get a better look.

When she mentions the guns and Russian Roulette, Ford just stared at her. But the final comment about her being boring made his expression firm up a bit. He raised a finger, pointing it almost like one would point at a naughty child. "That isn't true." he said, for once sounding genuine and supportive. It… clashes with his usual greaser biker mechanic image. "Now… I don't know what has got you so worked into this funk, but you aren't boring. If you were, I wouldn't have had much interest in you first time around." It's really odd to hear Ford speak without even bringing up her chest, even though she's mentioned it and pretty much given him a clear chance to reference them. "You are more than your story. If you weren't, I wouldn't be so insistant to check on your neck. So… please?"

*

The woman listens to his almost panicked, too shocked ranting, starting with her dad but going into everything else, "No…no…he's tried, he knows I'm an adult, though, and I just took my phone off the hook at home… so, he's not bothering me." The way she rolls her eyes about her dad is all teenager and probably has been that way for the last twenty years. But this isn't about her dad, and he carries on over it all.

At his continued insistence of seeing her neck, Lois gives an annoyed sigh, "You were more fun when you were flirting and untouchable, you know that. I didn't come out to see a doctor, I came to get some flirting in over lunch, and maybe more…" She grumbles. But, probably just to shut him up, she does carefully unwind the scarf from her green and yellowed throat. Nothing's collapsed? She's probably lucky for that. Swollen and bruised, but lucky. Her sweater still well hides the cracked ribs. "And I really ain't. That's all any of us ever are, our stories…"

*

Ford leaned closer and looked at the bumps and swells on her neck, wincing as he noticed certain splotches of yellow. "…that bastard…" he murmured, before leaning back and sighing, shaking his head. "Some things are more important than flirting or anything like that." Wait… did FORD really just say that!? "God, Lois… look, okay, I know you want the story. I get it. Really. But what if he shot you, or broke your neck, or worse? How are you gonna get your stories then? Just getting in my car looked - and sounded - painful. I mean… fine, fine, I'm done… but, please, just at least promise you'll go see a doctor? Or something?"

Sitting a little while longer, Ford finally turned and got out of the car, taking a moment to recompose himself before trying to slip on that trademark smirk and walking around to the side, opening the door for Lois like a gentleman. "Alright… since I don't think I can get into you, how about we try some food instead?"

At least he's back to his usual self.

*

The pale eyed woman cannot quite meet his handsome gaze as he looks her over. Lois really doesn't know how to handle someone who is trying to care for her. It's… awkward. Goes against the social contract of carelessness and a drugged haze she's decided upon for her life. "No promises…" She mutters, towards the doctor. That's the best he's going to get out of her. But then he's out of the car and Lois takes the chance to rewrap her throat. Much better.

Then he's there, making a joke, and she smirks deeper, "Depends if you're up to doing all the work. I don't quite know that I'm up to ride'em cowboy right now but… I never mind a bit of lunch time …Distractions." Yep, he might be back to his usual self, but Lois didn't agree to lunch to eat Gyros. She gives him a saucy, dangerous smile.

*

"Even if I did do all the work, I'm pretty sure you'd hurt something~" Ford replied, holding out a hand to help her out of the car. "I'll just let the possibility of what I could do seep in and drive you mad until you're feeling up to it." The outside of the place looks a bit tired, but inside, the family owned joint looks remarkably well cared for. Very homey and cozy. Leading the way in, Ford nods at the older woman behind the front counter, who smiles as he walks in and nods politely at Lois. She says something in Greek, to which Ford manages to reply in the same language… though, from the woman's laugh, he might not be saying what he thinks he is. Perhaps she finds it adorable…

The woman nods to a table towards the far wall underneath a boatload of what can only be assumed to be family memorabilia of home and Greece. Ford smiles as she says something else and heads back into the kitchen, yelling something probably about a usual order. Ford leads the way back to the table and pulls a chair at the table out for Lois. "Ms. Lane?"

*

A low groan escapes her lips, "You are not nearly so fun as the first time. Really. Awful." Lois dead pans, grumbling quietly, but she accepts his help out of the car, "We'll see what you say by the end of lunch." Yes, that is a challenge and he's probably in trouble now. She follows him into the restaurant, stomach slightly growling at the scent of the food. She was hungry, at least. From her lanky frame, she probably forgot to eat a fair amount. She follows him back to the table, nodding to the waitress, "Coffee, please, keep it comin'. Thanks, chica…" Lois winks at the lady. Was she flirting with the WOMAN? She really was notorious.

And then she's folding down into the chair he offers her, moving ginger enough that he'll probably realize it's not just her neck. She doesn't care. Once she's settled, she nods for him to settle in. A second later, he's going to find that her toes are gently shifting up his calf, to his thigh. He's going to have a socked foot teasing at his lap. She grins a chesire cat grin.

*

"Is that a challenge~? I hope not… because I get very competitive." Ford replied as he helped her out of the car. Letting her sit, Ford took note of the wink to the waitress. "You keep doing that and I'm going to think it's not simply me you're interested in~" Ford murmured as he pushed her in, before taking a turn around to the other side of the table.

As Ford took off his jacket and sat down, he smiled, leaning forward on the table. FOr a moment, anyways, before the foot on his lap had him offguard and blinking. "You trying to test how much we can get away with before they kick us out? I'd hate to lose a favorite locale~" His hands settled into his lap as he leaned back, before reaching under to grasp at her foot and work it in his fingers. For someone who could bench cars, he had a remarkably soft massage grip. "So, when you aren't chasing stories and putting lord knows what into your lungs and bloodstream, what do you get up to?"

*

"Mm, well…that is nice… I suppose you have a stay of seduction for the moment, doing that…" Lois mutters, grinning rather warmer as she feels his hand massaging into her foot. She's lost her other shoe a moment later, feet now kicked up in his lap, but it seems he's tamed the Lois-beast by massage alone. Few women can refuse a foot massage. She relaxes a bit as the coffee comes and any early food he automatically orders. "Uh… that's…about it, really. I like to have a… hard exploration on my stories. Every night is an experience. Keep it interesting, you know? If there is no story, then make one… Sorta married to the craft, yanno? You?"

*

Ford smirked as his fingers worked themselves along her toes and worked down to the ball of her foot, chuckling a bit as she put the other foot on his lap. "The good thing about working with your hands? You get very good with them~" Ford worked her foot a bit more and shifted to the other as the appetizer arrived, nodding to the waitress. "'Hard exploration', huh? Sounds like you get… VERY invested in your story." At her question about what he did, he looked up and pondered a bit. "Hrm… well, my mom lives in Brooklyn with my aunt. She's kinda sick, been so for a while, so I take a chance to visit her…" Ford continued on, sharing bits and trying to pull info out of Lois, just chatting with her.

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