Scotch and Tension Go Hand-in-Hand. With chloeas.
He stayed out on patrol that night longer than he usually did. A good portion of that patrol he'd spent simply standing atop the Daily Planet, staring blankly over the city. It seemed like no matter what he tried or said, things were just getting worse on all fronts.
Things with the League weren't going well at all. After their last attempt at getting together and everything falling apart, it seemed like all of their spirits were even lower than usual.
He hadn't talked to any of the other League members except Chloe since.
And to say she was upset with him would be a gross understatement.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he entered the Watchtower through the window on the roof and slowly descended the steps, more than a bit caught off guard when he spotted Chloe at her computers, his bottle of scotch open beside her and her glass half-full.
Things with the League weren't going well at all. After their last attempt at getting together and everything falling apart, it seemed like all of their spirits were even lower than usual.
He hadn't talked to any of the other League members except Chloe since.
And to say she was upset with him would be a gross understatement.
Rubbing a hand over his face, he entered the Watchtower through the window on the roof and slowly descended the steps, more than a bit caught off guard when he spotted Chloe at her computers, his bottle of scotch open beside her and her glass half-full.