For Roger

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It was nearing the end of the school term and Lex felt the need to celebrate. Teaching had given him a surprising rush since it gave him the opportunity to talk about all the history he'd loved to study as a child and not just while trying to make a point to Clark. He'd never considered teaching before, not that he'd even been giving the choice, but he was glad he'd given it a try. He hoped his students had enjoyed the term as much as he had and he was honestly looking forward to doing it again next term.

With the end of term, Lex wanted to celebrate. Normally celebration meant a night in with vodka and chess but Lex wanted to take Anatoly out instead this time. Anatoly had mentioned a friend of his played at the Willows Room so after leaving Aeneas with Ms. Sandsmark and dressing Anatoly in a proper suit, they left for a night at the club. They'd secured a table amid the small gathered crowd and settled in to listen to Anatoly's friend play. Lex had to admit, he was rather good, even if it was far cry from the music he would normally listen too.

After the first set, while Anatoly was getting them drinks from the bar, Lex moved to head upstairs quickly to say hello to Helen, knowing she wouldn't forgive him if he'd been there and didn't say anything to her, even if they weren't in her part of the club. As he returned, the musician was mulling around the performance space and if he was a friend of Anatoly's, Lex figured he should be polite. "That was quite a performance." He said with a friendly smile as he walked over.

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Periodically, Anatoly would show up at the Willows Room, but never dressed like that and not usually with his boyfriend. his boyfriend who was, in fact, Lex Luthor, only he wasn't Lex Luthor like Roger would figure Lex Luthor. Not like the comic books he'd read as a kid or that Mark sometimes pulled out when he thought no one was looking. He'd seen him, fuck, maybe even talked to him, but he was pretty sure he'd remember a face like that and a body that moved like that.

"Thanks, man," Roger said, grateful for the post-show high that never failed to show itself. "Lex, right? I'm Roger." He extended a hand, shifting his guitar to his other.