Lana was flustered. She wasn't used to this side of Clark, she'd only seen him act like this once before when he ditched her at a club for…another girl. She couldn't understand why his change was so sudden, and so dramatic.

But this time she had seen something else, something different, something she hadn't seen before. Clark had turned around when his eyes flared a deep red and the same glow pulsated through his veins. It was like something was flowing through his body, like a drug or something.

As Chloe said, however, Clark would have to be on drugs to be on drugs. But how could you explain his behavior if it wasn't drugs? And did drugs include alcohol…

Before she could say anything her mouth was full of Clark. Her body went limp and she, at first, tried to resist his kissing and not kiss him back. But she couldn't help it. He smelled great and he had his big strong arms wrapped around her. She was pressed against his firm body and could feel his abs against her stomach.

He put his hands on her waist and moved them under her jacket and shirt, feeling her skin. Her eyes shot open as she felt the flesh to flesh contact, but they closed slowly as she realized he wasn't going to try anything fresh. Their lips pressed harder together and they lost their balance, toppling onto the ground from the bench they were sitting on. Lana landed on top of Clark, Clark being afraid he'd crush her if he landed on her, but he moved swiftly and grunted, switching positions and him having the upper hand on the activity.

The guys were going crazy, hooting and hollering and rooting Clark on. Pete and Chloe looked at each other, Pete was smiling and pumping his fist in the air, but Chloe looked disgusted.

“That's disgusting!” She said, making a face.

Pete nudged her, “Oh come on! It's funny!”

Chloe shook her head, “You're drunk, everything's funny when you're drunk.” Pete nodded and laughed.

Lana and Clark were still going at it. In between breaths, Lana managed to get a few words out. “You…don't smell…like alcohol,” she mumbled.

She could feel Clark smile in his kiss, “It's natural baby!” She giggled under his body, he was funny, and it felt different. He was usually so serious. Sure they would have a laugh once in a while, but he would never just crack a joke or use clever sentences like that.

They pulled away and Lana gazed up into his eyes, not sure whether to be completely happy or disturbed. He smiled down at her. They heard a groan behind them and they turned to look. They guys were throwing cups and them and yelling “No! The show can't be over! Encore!”

A cup hit Clark in the head and it splattered, it was full of beer. The liquid just missed splashing all over Lana's face and hit the ground next to her head. A few droplets landed on her cheek and Clark wiped them away with his shirt sleeve. She giggled and sat herself up, Clark helped her up and they sat back down on the bench.

Derek stood up and tried to calm everyone down, “Who's up for another game of Blackjack?”

Lana and Chloe exchanged worried glances. They didn't really feel like playing Blackjack, especially since they had seen Clark peeing in the woods not a half hour ago. Whatever it was, they were dreading it.

Clark leaned down and whispered to Lana, "Don't worry, I'll hold your hand." Lana rolled her eyes and watched as Derek dealt out the first hand.

"Since the ladies just joined us, we will add our one little detail to our game. Losers drink a whole glass of water!" he laughed and his posse laughed with him. He took his glass of beer and downed it, shaking his head and setting the glass down on the bench.

Chloe tugged on the back of Lana's shirt and pulled her backwards, "Are they going to spike our drinks?"

Lana smirked and shrugged, "I have no clue."

They turned back to their cards and did as the boys were. "Okay who wants a hit?" Derek asked, swaying in his kneeling position.

"Me!"

"Hit!"

"What's a hit?" Chloe asked.

Clark sighed, "Oh come on. If you want another card to help you equal 21 you say "hit". Any more stupid questions?"

Chloe made a face, "Hit!"

Pete groaned and said, "Stay."

All at once, the boys (and two girls) flipped their cards to reveal their hands. There were groans and yipes from the different boys and some automatically went to fill up their cups.

"Girls? How did we do? Derek asked, taking another drink.

Lana stuttered, "I, uh...I got 18..."

Derek's face brightened, "HAHAHAHA! You lose!!! Drink up!!"

Clark laughed, "Blackjack! I got 21!"

Derek slapped him on the shoulder, "Congratualtions Clark! You have reached manhood!" The senior boys gathered around him and started bowing sarcastically. "You finally won!"

Clark nodded, "Yep! I dont have to drink!"

Pete slapped him on the shoulder as well, "I knew you could do it man!" He went and filled up his own cup.

Chloe and Lana looked at each other, once again. "I don't know how much my bladder will be able to hold!" Chloe exclaimed.

"You and me both!" Lana agreed.