The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
The Breakfast Table
The Luthor name will be dragged in trash again in
the morning papers.
Sitting at the breakfast table, all rumpled, blinking tiredly in the morning sun. He's been out drinking all night probably - *again* - and it clearly disagrees with him. When he rolls up his sleeves there are visible bruises around his wrists, and from the way he sits down gingerly it's clear that he's probably bruised in other places as well. His lip is swollen. Those are not the marks of a fight, but of a fuck. The Luthor name will be dragged in mud again in the morning papers, no doubt.
Lex sighs. His father is just impossible sometimes.
Info:
100 words