Videocamera footage. Chloe and Jimmy are kissing and dancing. We switch to non-video footage as the DJ asks the escort to dance with Chloe. Chloe summons Clark, telling him it's time to boogie. Chloe asks if it's a bit weird. "A little," Clark says. She thanks him for letting them have the wedding at the farm. Clark says Chloe was always the best friend he could have had. She says he's saying it like that's changed. Chloe says they've been through too much together. "Nothing is gonna make me forget that," she tells him. Clark says she's right. Dick. He says Chloe's life is everything she wants it to be. Chloe says that's true. She says it felt like she was carrying this huge weight until a few days ago. "I finally let go. Like I can move on," she says. Clark looks at her seriously. Jimmy cuts in to dance with his wife. Clark watches them go. He sees Lois standing nearby. She looks terrified. She walks away, saying she's going to give her feet a rest. Clark grabs her wrist as she walks by. He smiles at her. Motions to the dance floor. They dance. Clark leans in close. Lois looks joyless. A couple walking by bumps into them, interrupting their dance. Clark and Lois stare at each other. She puts her hand to Clark's shirt and tie. She leans forward. Clark does, too. The camera cuts to the side to get a shot of a kiss. It almost happens. Until Chloe says, "No way! I can't believe it!" All eyes go to the doorway. Lana is standing there. "Oh my God!" Chloe says and runs to her. Lana has funky curly hair. It looks good. She and Chloe hug. Clark just stares, seriously. Lois walks behind Clark and looks hurt and sad. Lana notices Clark. She and he watch each other. More of this shit, huh?
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Kent Farm, same night. There are Christmas lights strung up around the front of the house. For it being a wedding, there are surprisingly few people around. Lois walks around the house to the front porch. As a server is walking by, Lois grabs a whole bottle of champagne from a tray without missing a step. She sits down on a bench and starts downing it. Oliver joins her on the porch. "Want a glass with that?" he asks. Lois says he's just the person she wanted to see right now. Ollie laughs uncomfortably. Oliver asks what started this "Lost weekend." Dude, it was one sip. True, it's a giant bottle, but still. Lois tells him to go enjoy the party because she's going to be a buzz-kill who'll whine like Patsy Cline. He says she's probably right but sits down next to her anyway. He says he's there if she wants to talk. Lois says she's having a bunch of feelings and doesn't know what they mean. Lois isn't in touch with her out-of-control inner life? Imagine my goddamned surprise. "Oh," Oliver says. He asks who's the lucky guy. Why does he assume it's her love life she's conflicted about? Oh, wait, we're talking about Lois. I almost forgot. Lois gives Oliver a pointed look. She says talking about this with an ex is bad enough without turning up the awkward dial. Oliver has to lecture Lois on being an adult. He says there's saying you've moved on and then there's actually doing it. It's his polite way of saying, "Get the fuck over yourself, Fling Magnet." Oliver says they can start now and he'll just be a really good friend. Spoken like a man who has three or four supermodels stashed on his private jet. Lois says that she tried to ignore it, but the feelings just snuck up on her. She says there are moments where she can't ignore her feelings and that tonight's night of romance made it come to a head. She says she knows it sounds sappy, but she thought... for a moment... that someone needed her. Wanna tighten up that monologue a little bit, Lois? Oliver's falling asleep. Also, what are you talking about and who are you addressing it to? The 12 demons in your head? Oliver says he's sure "He," the guy she likes, needs her. Lois scoffs. She asks how Oliver knows. "'Cause I know Clark," he says. Busted! Oliver smiles. Lois smiles back, a bit sadly.