Lois Mingles With The Crowd

The reporter moved into the crowd, her violet eyes wide, ears open to catch snatches of conversation. The DJ was starting a new set, and a beat thumped through the floor. Lois could feel it in her heels, travel up her legs. She slid around the edge of the dance floor, in among the tight young bodies.

Lois Lane wasn't sure exactly what she was looking and listening for. Not some pick-up artist, or college student looking to get laid. Maybe a group of regulars who might know something about girls that knew who to avoid...

There was a rowdier group, near one corner. They drank with cups and bottles, and were louder than the rest of the clubgoers. Lois Lane pegged them as university students, but rich ones; the clothes were too new, too stylish, flashes of real gold and real diamonds at earlobe and neck. The reporter raised her hands and swayed to the music, let her hips roll, her feet swerved as she gravitated closer and closer.

Unaware of the green eyes that followed her every move from across the room. The redheaded villain who watched the scene as a gardener watches the flowers sway in the breeze, the sheers in hand. She whispered a word, and as Lois got within arm's reach of the group a young woman thrust a full plastic cup into the reporter's hand. Mouth and throat dry, Lois brought it to her lips automatically and drank; tasted the familiar flavor of the same cocktail as before...but now there was something underneath it, some other flavor, herbal...absinthe, maybe? Lois wasn't sure, but before she could discern what it was, a handsome young woman with her dyed-green hair in a pixie cut and brilliant green eyes thrust her face into the reporter's.

"Like, hey!" The young woman said with a smile, her lipstick a pale green, glossy and with a hint of sparkles. "We need a fourth for a drinking game! I know this is sudden, but would you...?"

Lois blinked, smiled, nodded. This could be her chance to get in with them.

"Sure! What kind of game?"