— It’s Clark’s birthday. He’s not sure how Lois found out, and then jimmy, and then steve and— not the point.

All Clark knows is that he would rather be anywhere but here.

The lights are too bright, music’s too loud, too many girls wearing tiny bikinis and sexy little get ups. Yep, it’s just like Jimmy to plan a birthday party at a strip club for someone who blushes when someone’s skirt is an inch too high.

He doesn’t plan on partaking in anything but drinking (because jimmy paying, and clark can’t get drunk, so he’ll just rack up the bill).

But. Clark should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy.

His nose picks up a delightful smell, cherries, his favorite— and then there’s this angelic voice in his ear.

“I heard we have a birthday boy named Clark?”

When he turns his head, he immediately choked on his saliva. Clark tugs at the collar of his shirt, sitting straighter as he fumbles over words.

“Uh—Hi, yes. Me is Clark— I mean I’m Clark, the birthday boy…”

The embarrassment is evident on his face and he clears his throw, grinning awkwardly, dimples punctuating his cheeks.

“Hi.”