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Parker: *skids across the slippery pier, but catches edge with foot and kicks up to standing* Oh that was plain mean. As apposed to fancy mean, or villionious mean...either would have been classier. But, I'm right in thinking you have no class. *spins and leaps, aiming sword downwards*

Parker: That you are...*weaves*...surprisingly good with a sword.

Parker: *skids under Christy's legs, catching sword up, and swings at her from behind* I know I am. I'm often right. I was right about you.

Parker: Stay out of this brick-throwing plait-y girl...*to Christy* Just so you know...the only reason that I agreed to go along with the date was to get you alone...to do this...*lifts sword to Christy's throat* It's easiest if the target is completly unsuspecting...

*nods* *agrees* I don't think that anyone should flame Paris for her actions, or speculate about her. Leave speculating to discussions of Frog and Pig. Sure, it's probably wrong that they are releasing the girl from prison unfairly, but, hey, I think she's been flamed enough for it. If...

Parker: That was the reason wasn't it! That was why you needed me to take you down here on a date, so that you could escape your brother's radar...that was what the kiss was...an escape-pod. *dashes forward, drawing sword* My mom was right, you really are evil!

Parker: Except you're not going home, are you? *walks up to her* You're going to the pier. The same way Ron passed at the cafe...That's why I smell sea-salt and fish...because of the sea, and...Ron's jacket.

Parker: Will you stop beating me/on the subject of poetry/It's not as if I rhyme/even half the time!

Father: Not even a lyrically rhyming punk rap beat? *blinks* I have no idea what you are talking about...

Parker: *snorts* Yeah remind me that again in 22 years...weird girl.

Parker: Hey! What is that mean-streak about--hey! And Christy! Hey! Wait! *follows her, half running, slowing to walk, then half running again* I can't believe this...a day ago I was happily watching her life go by next door...then I tried to take her life...and now I've touched her life and I...

Parker: *to Mairin* Enough with the advice, pigtails! Go hang out with rats. *stares after Christy* Wait...wait! What are you...thinking! I don't usually end kisses that appruptly...*to self* I don't usually start them...*to Christy* It was a one time thing, the ending, not the starting...well...

Parker: *rubbing head* What? Of course I reacted that way! Someone just smacked me in the face with a boot! You think I liked that?

Parker: *is hit by a size 7'5, red-leather, stilletto heel* OUCH! Geez that was horrible! *turns around* Man! Who would do that? *refering to the shoe* What a horrible thing to do!

Parker: *mind whirls...words shouting from future Beau to get her, and from his Mother to kill her...and...he drowns them all out, making his own decision for once in his life and continues the kiss*

Parker: Yeah...er...me too...*swallows* Look *backing away* Maybe we should talk, maybe we should talk about this, maybe...or, maybe we should...do this...*moves in suddenly*...maybe we should...*meets her lips with a kiss*

Parker: Christy, I... *noticing the wince* Are you alright? *moves hand onto her shoulder* You look shaken...you're white as a sheet! *pause* I mean, not in a bad way...are you ok?

In the present... Father: *sits up on sofa, and places feet on the floor* Jack and Mairin? Weren't they married or something? Or was that Jack and Dandan? I forget the details... -- Parker: *still in archway, with one hand against the wall, leaning across Christy* Maybe...we...

Parker: Well...we could be here ages...what're we gunna do?

Parker: *turns head towards Christy's* Um. *moves to look around her* *moves to look at her again* Oh, they are still watching...I'm sure.