Smallville fic: Cafe Noir
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kitmerlot_1213This is a 172 word Smallville drabble for the Numbers Challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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“Have you all lost your damn minds?!”
Chloe saw several other patrons flinch at her shouted words, but neither her cousin or Clark paid her any mind; they were so intent on their own argument.
“Please, Smallville, you call that a bet?” Lois snarked. “I once saw Chloe drink four mocha lattes, two vanilla frappuccinos and two cinnamon cappuccinos when she was on a dead line at The Planet.”
“And I once saw Chloe drink six caramel macchiatos with expresso chasers during finals week,” Lana chimed in.
Clark rolled his eyes in disgust. “Guys, you are missing the point.” He pointed to the colorful chalkboard listing The Talon’s many coffee-inspired beverages. “Chloe has to drink all 35 drink combinations…IN ONE SITTING!”
The blonde reporter elbowed her way between the blithering idiots she called friends. “Chloe,” she dramatically pointed to herself, “is not drinking 35 of anything, you got that?”
She held up a hand to forestall their outraged squawking. “Why don’t you just exchange my blood for caffeine while you’re at it?”
1_million_words Enjoy!“Have you all lost your damn minds?!”
Chloe saw several other patrons flinch at her shouted words, but neither her cousin or Clark paid her any mind; they were so intent on their own argument.
“Please, Smallville, you call that a bet?” Lois snarked. “I once saw Chloe drink four mocha lattes, two vanilla frappuccinos and two cinnamon cappuccinos when she was on a dead line at The Planet.”
“And I once saw Chloe drink six caramel macchiatos with expresso chasers during finals week,” Lana chimed in.
Clark rolled his eyes in disgust. “Guys, you are missing the point.” He pointed to the colorful chalkboard listing The Talon’s many coffee-inspired beverages. “Chloe has to drink all 35 drink combinations…IN ONE SITTING!”
The blonde reporter elbowed her way between the blithering idiots she called friends. “Chloe,” she dramatically pointed to herself, “is not drinking 35 of anything, you got that?”
She held up a hand to forestall their outraged squawking. “Why don’t you just exchange my blood for caffeine while you’re at it?”
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