[ Showcase #5 - backdated to summer lovin' - locked to Lois ]

[green_lantern]

[Hal is groggy when he comes to, sprawled inelegantly on the duvet. Ordinarily he might have just rolled right back over and gone to sleep, maybe caught Lois for some spooning on the way to dreamland, but a brief glance around tells the pilot that something is amiss.

...like the fact that they aren't in their digs on Kramden, first and foremost. Sitting bolt upright, Hal casts a look around the strange room before he swings his legs off the bed. His feet barely skim over the hideous teal and blue floral motif carpet as he races for the door, trying the handle. Locked. Well, of course.

Tugging the knot of his tie loose, he inspects the rest of the room, careful not to disturb the still-sleeping journalist. After a thought he shrugs his jacket off and drapes it over her- titillating as the lingerie is, it doesn't look all that warm. Maybe he can find a way out in the meantime?]

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[Lois Lane could sleep through a damn hurricane, so long as she could be sure the story wouldn't get her the front page. And, considering Mayfield had so ceremoniously stripped her of her beloved reporter status, she might just go ahead and do just that.

She can subconsciously feel the bed shifting, though, so she shuts her eyes a little tighter to fight the tug back to reality and rolls over onto her belly to block out the sunlight and bury her face into the pillow.

The pillow that smells vaguely of... roses? Perfume? Perfume-y roses? And when had they gotten silk sheets?

She frowned into the pillowcase, feeling some kind of heavy half-blanket of stiff material drape over her back before she lifts her head, squinting her eyes and looking around.]

Mnnhh?