The man listened at first, getting angrier and angrier until he heard the word bratva. Then he swallowed. Clark looked like he might faceplant from pure mortification at that point, but then Lombard rallied as he took in Kent himself standing next to Jim.
"How the hell do you even know Kent? Cause Kent's about as Russian as apple pie."
Lombard took that moment and rallied, standing up straight.
"But if you want me to go outside with you and show you the arm that got me playing quarterback for the Metropolis Meteors, I'm happy to start your education in America since apparently, Kent forgot to give it to you."
And that was when Clark scrambled between them.
"Hey! Jim's my g-guest," he stammered as he looked from Jim over to Lombard, "and I think I saw Vivienne in accounting brought in cupcakes for her department" but Vivienne was well known for making too much "if you wanted to catch a snack. We're probably all just hungry."
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"How the hell do you even know Kent? Cause Kent's about as Russian as apple pie."
Lombard took that moment and rallied, standing up straight.
"But if you want me to go outside with you and show you the arm that got me playing quarterback for the Metropolis Meteors, I'm happy to start your education in America since apparently, Kent forgot to give it to you."
And that was when Clark scrambled between them.
"Hey! Jim's my g-guest," he stammered as he looked from Jim over to Lombard, "and I think I saw Vivienne in accounting brought in cupcakes for her department" but Vivienne was well known for making too much "if you wanted to catch a snack. We're probably all just hungry."