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When we last saw Lois, we learned that Superman came down with the
superhangover and puked up kyptonite all over the sidewalk outside of the New
Year's Eve party spot.
Lex
Luthor gave Ms. Lane a taste of her own medicine by not calling her back for
nearly two weeks. Lois, being the instinctive reporter that she is, realized
that perhaps Lex wasn't worth pursuing. What with his evil plans to control
Metropolis constantly falling through, would he really have the time or the
patience to have a nice, relaxing homecooked meal with Lois in her hi-rise
apartment?
Later, Lois agreed to hang out with the Silver Surfer -
shoot a little pool, go bar hopping, chill. After about five hours of hanging
out with Surfer and his club kid pals, she found herself in a daze. She was
sick of party jumping, sick of bars decorated to look like the inside of an
airplane, and sick of smelling like booze she never drank and cigarettes she
never smoked. Tagging along with Surfer was a feat, but she didn't mind. He
had a way of making her forget how tired her feet were, or how dried out her
contact lenses were becoming. Lounging with the Surfer had been a blast, he
was stylish and sophisticated and knew how to make Lois let loose. In private,
he possessed an extremely caring personality that she hadn't seen in many
people before. In the weeks that followed, they spoke into the night for hours -
she couldn't ask for a better conversationalist. Slowly, he was becoming more
her confidante than her closest college buddy!
Soon after Lois met up with a mysterious stranger who called himself
Wolverine. Strangely though, he looked nothing like she imagined. He wasn't
scruffy or gravely-voiced like his name suggested. Instead, he was a smooth-
talker, a keen dresser (albeit an insufficient dresser for the chilly
Metropolis night), and a daring smirker. There was not a single minute marred
by awkward silence. She marveled at his aggressiveness and his ability to
match wits with her. She felt challenged, threatened and thrilled all at
once. But would this wild creature be tame enough to keep in her apartment?
she wondered. Further investigation proved that he was equally aggressive
within the confines of her small domicile, but that he behaved as he promised.
She wondered if it was her cooking that pacified the savage beast. (Perhaps
she should have added more salt to the chicken dish.) She released him into
the city the next morning -- would he return to her side soon? She did not
know, but hoped that her mysterious stranger would reveal himself
in due time.
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