Thank you all for replying to my story, I am setting an unrealistic goal to be done with Pulp Fiction by the time Spring Break is over. My Plan B is least get Pulp Fiction done before hiatus is over. I'm sorry that this update took so long; I had to deal with finals. Plus this episode had a lot of dialogue to adapt. Hey, if anyone finds any grammar mistakes please let me know.
Hesfadedme: The spoiler was the name of Logan's sister Honor, and her boyfriend name Josh. Their characters don't come into the show for two more episodes I believe.
You Jump, I Jump Jack
She looks so vulnerable standing there waiting for me, I feel like I'm taking her off to be corrupted. But who said certain corruption was a bad thing, I see more self as opening her eyes to other options that are out there. I take hold of her arm pulling her to the waiting car, "Hey, Ace, you ready?" She puts up a little resistance, than relax her body and allows me to lead. When we're both inside I let Finn knows right away, "Hit it!"
He cringes in pain, "Ah! Not so loud!"
Stephanie laughs, "You're very auditory sensitive today."
"Oh, and your voice helps," Finn bickers back.
Colin is fretting in the back seat, he actually try to call everything off just a few hours ago. Ranting that the only reason I was doing this was because I wanted to get into Ace's pants. Now there he's wrong I have no interest in sleeping with Ace, I feel like I would break her. Girls like Ace are the kind you date seriously, the kind you marry. Besides I was having too much fun with the hate/love new found friendship that Ace and I were developing. To get back at him, I ask him why I was now talking to his father. Colin usually stops his dramatics if you bring up his mirroring his father in any way.
Finn lets out a deep groan, curious Ace speaks up, "What's wrong with Finn?"
Colin has a small stroke in the back seat, "Great job with the blindfold, Logan." Maybe I should mention not only does he sounds like his father but his mother to boot.
Ace shoots back to him, "I recognized your voices, Colin."
Finn is still complaining, "Could everyone keep it down, please?"
Ignoring Finn, Ace ask to remove the blindfold, I reply that the destination was also being hidden. I would never guess that Ace is not one for patience.
"We had to leave at this ungodly hour," Finn is not a happy camper. Finn is mostly nocturnal, which is strange since he was born and raised in a country where the sun plays a major part. Of course Finn spent most of his childhood in Sydney, where his main pastimes were girls, girls, and more girls.
Ace is shocked, "It's four in the afternoon."
"He's got a thing about the sun," I explain.
"It's too bright," Finn grumble from the driver seat.
Rory mentions that we're not wearing our gorilla mask and reveals that she knows because our voices are not muffled.
This impresses Stephanie, "She's sharp."
Ace's head turns to the sound of Stephanie's voice, "Who's the girl?"
Stephanie answer, "I've been told we've met. I've no memory of it."
Ace finally remembering, "Oh, Gorilla Girl." I find it extremely funny that it was Stephanie ability to not hold alcohol well that led Ace to our little Brigade outings. When Stephanie gets drunk, she gets chatty and a bubbly personality with a lot of hiccups. Ace will probably zero in on her tonight for interview, of course another effect of Stephanie drunkenness is she doesn't stay on topic and tends to drift off to her own subjects.
Stephanie giggles, "Oh, well, isn't that a pretty nickname."
I turn to Ace to fill her in on the plans, "Oh, by the way, this thing's overnight."
I sense an uncertainty in her voice, "Overnight?"
"Didn't I mention that before?" I love her whole body expression, for a split second she looks like she wants to strangle me.
Ace suppresses her urge to squeeze the life out of me to shoot back, "Oh must have slipped your mind."
I know that she sacrificing something to come on this trip, I wonder what it is, "That doesn't screw up anything for you, does it?"
"No," comes her quick reply.
I smile at her stubbornness, "No?"
"Nope," she replies turning her head away from me. I was wrong she not only stubborn she determine to boot to beat me.
I've never been beaten before this is going to be interesting, "Hmm. Loose schedule. Good."
"We like our schedules loose, like our women," he said as he shot a glance at Stephanie. You know I don't think there a single female out there that Finn hasn't hit on; I think I saw him cozy up to Mrs. Butterworth one morning after a night of partying.
"Clever," Colin states congratulating Finn on his cad behavior. I know Colin is miserable in the back seat Colin is dreading the gathering, I know he worried that Ace's presence will ruin this weekend. Colin can
"My God, it's early," whines Finn, it is going to be a very long car ride.
The car ride up here had been exactly what I imagine, when Finn wasn't blasting music and singing along off key. There was a complete silence in the car, that made me think of a nunnery except with out the peaceful astrosphere. Finn is now completely charged; his energy is bouncy all over the SUV. He pulls to a quick stop and jumps out, "This mountain air has revivified me."
He is laughing at a rapid speed, which is not a good sign. Unfortunately before anyone can stop him he runs off into the darkness. "Make sure he doesn't run off a cliff," I order to anyone who will listen. I'm giving some serious thought about implanting Finn with a tracking device, unless he's already been given one.
Colin pulls rank making Finn, Stephanie's responsibility. She grabs a lantern as she diligently chases after the perky Finn. I turn my attention to Rory; she is my responsibility for the weekend. I lead her away from the car, "I smell trees."
"Oh, nothing gets past you," I laugh teasing her. I stop by the table grabbing my own lantern for light before leading Ace to the campsite.
"So the firing squad is just up ahead?" Her voice shakes a little bit with a small ounce of fear.
"Yup, and there's a line. Damn," I retort back.
She was growing impatient, "Seriously, Logan, is the blindfold coming off, or am I Patty Hearst-ing it the whole trip?"
I reassure her, "It's coming off. It's coming off right now." I slow down as I pull off the blindfold so she knows to stop. It takes her a few seconds for her eyes to adjust but when they do they grow in amazement.
"Oh, my," is all she can say.
I lead her to her tent that she will be occupying for the weekend, "Is this what you expected?"
"No, not at all what I expected," came her semi-excited answer.
"Let me guess what you were thinking: sleeping bag, flashlights, keg, three boxes of stale Triscuits, half eaten bag of Oreos, some Doritos and a bong." I say this knowing that she probably had some stereotypical image of what we do at our gathering in her head.
"That may be exactly what I pictured," she said grinning back at me.
I get down to business; I have a lot to do before festivities start, "You can apologize later. This is yours." I point her to a small tent in front of us; before they would allow Ace to come tonight the group had made it clear that I was accountable for what happen to her. It a good thing I'm a fast thinker and I know how to work quickly when necessary.
She sounds surprise, "Mine?"
I pull the flap back for her to see inside, I had kept the furnishing of the tent simple, "Not much closet space, but the view's decent."
She goes inside for inspection, "It's cozy."
Seeing that she is settle, I begin to leave, "Festivities start in half an hour," I tell her before letting the flap fall as I head off to my own make shift home.
I find her later tuck away from the rest of the group, the way she sitting looks as if she is almost in hiding. I call out announcing my arrival into her quiet place, "How goes it, pariah?"
She sounds happy that it is me, "Logan?"
"Word was a bear dragged you off," I said teasing on her disappearance from the campsite.
"No bear, I just wanted a quiet place to collect my thoughts," she said explaining her absence.
I sit down next to her to eat my food, I was starving and unlike Finn I couldn't live on alcohol alone. Her face twinges in embarrassment when she assumes my dinner was for her, I'm guessing she glad we are not in a highly lit area. "Sorry you're not getting much from the group; took a little arm-twisting to get them to agree to let you come in the first place."
Ace is busy chatting away, "I don't need their cooperation. I've already filled two notebooks without their cooperation. Half of one without using the letter 'e', but I could use yours." I finally take a bite of food; the strong taste of salt instantly hits my tongue. Only one person I know puts this much salt on food, I made a mental note to cut down on Finn three liquid addictions, caffeine, sugar, and alcohol. When he gets too hyper he can go overboard and a simple salt shaker becomes a dangerous weapon in his hands. If I wasn't starving I probably would have try to find a portion that hadn't been attack by Finn. My attention has been demanded to be placed on Sara and Rebecca since my arrival tonight that I haven't been able to eat much. I had just snuck away from them to enjoy a nice quiet meal when I found Ace.
My mind is still on the mutilation of my food, "Way too much salt on this."
She continues on with her rambling, "I mean, this is pretty incredible, but it's just a preamble to the big stunt tomorrow, right?"
"It's Finn, he's Australian. They like salt," I explain myself.
She shooting out questions like gunfire, "How do you pay for this? Are there dues, or do you chip in, is there alumni sponsoring it? How is it organized? And what is happening tomorrow? Is it just as big, or bigger? And do people know that you're here? Park Rangers or the landowner? Where are we? Are we still in Connecticut? And your answer cannot include the word salt."
Her interrogation brings me out of my fixation on my dinner of salt. I have to admit, she looks adorable with all the enthusiasm she puts into writing her articles. Putting my plate aside, I turn all my focus on to her, "Okay. I think it's time to fill you in on the conditions of you being here." She is happy about this, I start off on my list of rules, "First, no pictures," I say as I put her digital camera into my pocket.
She gives me a strong protest, "Hey!"
"You'll get it back at the end of the trip. Second, no names," I said pointing at the small notebook that she had already filled.
"I'm not exactly being introduced to anyone as it is," she said responding back.
I start my list again, "Third, no physical descriptions of any of us. There are authority figures up and down Connecticut trying to nab us for things we may have done in the past. Naughty things."
"I'll keep you anonymous," she promises me her eyes glowing with amusement.
My stomach was growling for food, "What number am I on?
Being the helpful girl she is she reminded me, "You just did third."
I begin again, "Fourth, no identification of our location."
"I don't know where we are," she declares in frustration of my rules.
"Fifth."
With a warning smile, "You're going to run out of -ifths."
I allow my voice to become more serious to make the last one clear, "Most important condition of all. You must agree not to interfere with the integrity of the event."
She shakes her hands in inpatient manner, "What is the event, and how could I interfere?"
I push on, "So you agree?"
She was frustrated with me and my board answers, but she still agreed to our rules for her observation. A song could be heard drifting over from the camp, Ace smile, "It's pretty."
I knew what the motivation was of my friends to become a choir, "They're drunk."
Rory defended her comment, "Well it sounds pretty. I like it."
Ah so once again she misunderstands me, "I didn't say I didn't like it." I went back to eating my food as she is enjoying the music of the Scotch and Gin choir. I have to admit I enjoy her company more than I thought I would, she doesn't expect me to entertain her like the others. When I'm with her I can have a few moments to take pleasure in the quiet. Well all the quiet that can be found when Ace and I aren't bickering over this and that. This relationship of ours is a whole new world for me, and Ace and I are the only inhibitors in its existence.
Sara's voice breaks into my private bliss of my own thoughts, "Logan?"
I've been located, "Yeah?"
Sara calls out, "You coming?"
My public awaits I better get back, "I'll be right there." I get up from my seat, "I'll leave the light for you, Ace. I won't need it."
I head back to camp where Sara and Rebecca are waiting, "Hurry up, darling," I better hurry that sounded more like an order than a suggestion.
I hold my plate firmly so not to lose it, I'm ready to go back to the real world now, "Here I am."
It is a beautiful morning as I breathe in the fresh air. The campsite is deserted as everyone has left for today festivities, leaving me to make Ace ready all by myself. I walk over to Ace's tent, my hands deep in the pockets of my tux. Ace comes out looking refresh by a good night sleep and ready to tackle whatever she think we're going to throw at her. "Another day, another sartorial surprise."
I inform her, "Start getting ready yourself."
Her face darkens in confusion, "I am ready."
I shake my head, "You can't go dressed like that."
Ace bounce back, "Well, I didn't have the "it's an overnight thing" warning, so unless you want me to fashion something out of pinecones, this is it."
I look her over, "That clothing is going to interfere with the integrity of our event and you agreed not to interfere with the integrity of our event."
She looked at me like I was crazy, "All I've got is a washbowl, a towel and a toothbrush."
Does she really think I wouldn't come prepared, "Is that all you've got? Look again, Ace."
She is taking longer to change then I thought she would, but thankfully I have leftover chocolates for me to pass the time with. I see movement at the tent flap, she emerges drape in the dress I bought for her. It fits her completely, the fabric moving in united rhythm with her slender frame. The pale blue intermeshing with the intense blue of her eyes; she sees me and smiles, "I got your event integrity right here, mister."
"Yep, I got an eye for dress sizes. We go this way." I place my hand on the small of her back to direct her. I pull it back quickly; I don't want her getting the wrong idea on why I allow her to come. We are almost there and she is trailing behind me a good distance. "Come on, hurry," I called over my shoulder to make sure harm hadn't befallen Ace.
Her voice was winded, "You try running in a crinoline."
I quicken my pace, "We're late."
She shoots me a smirk, "For what? The ritual sacrifice?"
Everyone has already gathered listening to Colin give another speech on the praising of the Brigade; I always thought he should go into advertisement. I saw that every hand was firmly supply with full glasses of champagne. I spot Finn in the crowd; thankfully Ace has finally won her battle against her dress and is able to keep up. She follows me closely, watching for where I will stop. I find it ironic that Ace dislikes me so much, but yet she wouldn't be able to get this story done without my help. It is gratifying to know that unlike Ace, I know when it is time to give up on a childish feud.
Colin takes his announcer role as seriously as he can when he had four full glasses of champagne already in him. "I do declare here gathered the 108th grand assembly of the Life and Death brigade."
"He's using e's," said Rory bubbling with excitement. She like a child let loose in the room where Willy Wonka has made everything out of candy.
"Shh," I whisper into her ear, hoping she will calm down from her anticipation high.
Colin has finished his speech, "Please raise your glasses, In Omnia Paratus!"
I shout out along with everyone else, "In Omnia Paratus!" I turn to Ace, tipping the glass of champagne into her waiting mouth, she returns the same gesture. This act always reminds me of weddings, thankfully my own wedding is years and years away. Unless my mother gets her way and I will be force to enter the life hood of the old the ball and chain with some socialite who is able to throw great dinner parties and is very fertile with sons. "Now you might want to cover your ears," I warn Ace, as I notice the huge gong that has just been uncovered next to us.
She foolishly questions my warning, "Why?"
The gong is hit will full force, she swiftly turns to stare at where the noise is coming from. Everyone is letting out loud cheers and run of into the field to participate in all the activities planned for the day. "And to think some groups just go bowling," I leave Ace to fend for herself as I take off for some fun of my own.
Finn is shooting his gun off randomly again, I wonder if it a product of his intake of champagne today. But I bet it lies more on the fact that Finn couldn't shoot any target, moving or standing still, if his very survival counted on his aim. He can shoot himself in the foot with perfect accuracy though, an achievement that he has already accomplice more then once. Thankfully Finn is a fast healer, to accumulate for all the scrapes he gets himself into. When Finn starts throwing his whole body into his shooting it usually means he is bored, "All right, I'm bored. I want to be a target." He says as he hands his paint gun off too me, I can't help but laugh, when Finn becomes a target there is always interesting results. I notice Ace come up next to us; she looks full of wonderment of everything that is happening around her. She holds her gaze on Finn for a few seconds; I think she wonders if everything is correctly connected in Finn's brain by the look on her face.
I tease him, "You're always a target, Finn."
"In Omnia Paratus," Finn declares as he walks away from us.
I give her a tip, "If you want to interview Finn, Ace, you should do it quick." I notice my target is in ready, I call out, "Pull!"
Ace congratulates me, "Not bad."
I thank her, she gets back to business, "So is this your big stunt?"
"Big stunt?" I ask. I wish she wasn't interviewing me while I'm trying to concentrate on what I am doing. I wonder since everyone else is acting standoffish to Ace, if she is centering her article on the information she can get from me. Don't get me wrong I enjoy Ace's company, its just I feel like I'm her babysitter right now.
She went into explaining mode, "According to my research, you guys always do one big thing at your gatherings.
My target is ready, "Pull!" The paint ball connects with my target; my score is now two for two.
Ace is still asking questions, "Is this it?" She winces as she watches the targets fly in the air.
"Does it look like it?" I retort back a little too crossly.
"I'm guessing no," I think she is picking up on my distraction.
I answer back, "You answered your own question." I went back to my target shooting, "Pull!" The score was three for three now, I lean over to her slightly, "You'll know it when you see it."
"Good," she said trying to sound professional; I can't wait to see the state of her face when she sees what is planned for later.
Two guys walk by with a stretcher and a moaning patient, who was no other than Finn. "I missed the mat," he calls out between groans of pain.
I inquire with an impish smile on my face, "Again?" I don't know how Finn does it, but he gets injured at every gathering, actually it doesn't seem like a real gathering unless something does befall Finn. If I remember correctly last time, we were playing tennis golf, Finn swung too hard on the 10th hole. He ended up with a mild concussion and a bump the size of an apple.
By the way he is screaming I suspect his injury lies below the belt, "I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, In Omnia!" A shriek of pain stops him from reaching Paratus; I can't help but express amusement. And I don't feel guilty about laughing because I know if this incident had been reverse onto me, Colin's and Finn's guts would be bursting with laughter. Ace just shakes her head, I can see that she thinks we're all nuts.
I find her by the platform, "Hope you're thinking up superlatives," I say announcing my presence to her as I continue walking.
Ace is instantly on my heels, questioning me, "What are they going to do?"
I shoot her a question right back, "What do you think they're going to do?"
Ace answers her own question, "They're not going to jump?"
"They're gonna jump," I answer back with enthusiasm.
Ace, protest, "That's like seven stories! They'll die!" You know I have a suspicion that she is a "the cup is half empty" kind of girl. Ace needs to loosen up, "We're all going to die one day," I counter back with a philosophy spin. As Mel Gibson says in Braveheart, "Every man dies, not every man really lives." I love that movie, though I can only watch it with Colin. Unless I want my eardrums blow out by Finn, Colin and I had to invest in earplugs because of, "They can take our lives, but not our freedom," scene that Finn likes to rewind over and over.
"But those four are today," she says pointing her long arm at the four waiting jumpers. I wonder if she was the hall monitor in elementary school.
I correct her, "Six."
Her head shoots up to get another look, "I see four."
"I'm heading up," I explain.
"Of course you are," she sound annoyed, she must think I'm trying to prove my manhood. Well least she knows me well enough not to be surprised.
I set my plan in motion, "And Finn was supposed to do it, but few of us figured he'd make it this far, so there's an extra space." Unfortunately I was one of the few; I knew I should have placed my bet on him missing the target mat. Since Finn joined the LDB, the boys have been putting on bets of when and how Finn is injured. I got close once, but sadly the pot wasn't that big. Though this time I was closer than Colin had been, Colin had place Finn would meet his accident last night. The irony in all this is Finn is usually the closest guesser to what befalls him. He usually gets it, and last year he actually went on a winning streak that was so hot we had to ban him from placing bets for a few months to cool him off.
I keep my eyes directly on her, "Hmm." It takes her a few seconds, but it soon dawns on her what I'm suggesting, "No!" she protests with a clear voice.
I reassure her, "And we're not going to die. No one in the Life and Death Brigade has ever died. Old ones have."
"I am not going to jump!" she declare with an assure voice.
Seth interrupts, "We're all set," he informs me.
I feel introductions are in order, "This is Seth, he's the genius behind all this."
Seth blushes at my compliment, "It's very safe," he said guarantying the jump to Ace; I hope she listens to him. "We did a dozen successful test drops; every potato came through without a scratch." I have to admit Seth does have a more trusting look than me, for the ability to talk people to jump off seven story platforms.
Ace's eyes widen in fear, "Potato?"
I tease her, "You can't test using people, that'd be dangerous." Seth leaves us to go track down Colin.
She was letting her fear take over, "Look, thanks for the offer, but I'm here as a journalist. An observer, journalists do not participate." I wasn't about to let her chicken out by using her article as a scapegoat.
I broke through her weak smoke screen of an excuse, "Since when?"
"Since forever," she answers back with a confidence that I will drop pursuing her to jump. Does she really think that I'm unaware of the world that my family works in and that I will soon join?
"George Plimpton never participated," I counter back.
Ace looks puzzled; I have to say it is a good look on her, "What?"
I explain, "His best stuff put him in the think of it, Fighting Sugar Ray Robinson, quarterbacking for the Lions, skating for the Bruins."
"So he participated," she said as if she was trying to make him the only exception to her silly journalists don't participate reason for backing down from the jump.
I went on, "Bill Buford lived with soccer hooligans in among the thugs. Ernie
Pyle was so deep in the action in World War II; he was killed by a Japanese sniper, not that you gotta go that far."
"Buford, Pyle. I know"
I was on a roll now, "Richard Hottelet was four months in a Nazi prison working for the U.P. Hunter Thompson lived with the Hell's Angels. Got in the muck, didn't just orbit around it, and it drove his writing; he put you in those biker's parties. He put you in those biker's heads." I could see by her face that she was shocked and annoyed that I knew so many participating reporters off hand.
"All right, all right, so, those guys participated," she sounds irritated that I could bring up so many examples to shoot down her excuse. She probably thinks I'm just some rich kid who doesn't know the difference between Ida B Wells and Carl Bernstein. "I got it, but I…" she sounds more scared than irritated now.
Colin call out, "Jumpers to their places please!" The event was about to start, I better hurry if I'm going to convince Ace to join me.
I decide to take a different approach in my campaign, "You're scared."
She looks towards the towering platform as if it was expiation enough, "Well, yeah!"
I wasn't giving up, "And that stops the greats?
"It's stopping this great!" She says as she points to herself not giving in.
"Come on, you look like you need a little adventure," I play to her completive side.
She goes into defensive mode, "What does that mean?"
"You're just a little sheltered," I answer back.
Her determination is back, "Why? Because I haven't spent time in a Nazi prison, been stomped on by hooligans and beat up by Hell's Angels? And Plimpton got banged up pretty good too," she said putting her arms on her hips in her defiance against me.
"It'll be fun, it'll be a thrill. Something stupid, something bad for you. Just something different," she gives me a small smile as I plead my case. I walk next to her motioning to the platform, "Isn't this the point of being young?" Leaning slightly towards her ear, "It's your choice, Ace. People can live a hundred years without really living for a minute. You climb up here with me; it's one less minute you haven't lived."
She has grown quiet, but her face is the same way it was before she agreed to come, "Let's go."
"Let's go," I say triumphantly as I lead the way to the platform.
"I am not a fan of ladders," she tells me.
I truthfully reply back, "They scare the crap out of me, too."
She throws down her notes before starting to climb; I start up right behind her. I keep my eyes forward, refusing to look down. We reach the top as her fears take over, "High. We are very high," she says on a wobbly voice.
"I've been higher," I tell her jokily.
"I meant distance from the ground," she shoots back.
"That, too," I answer as we walk to our places.
Seth wraps a harness around her waist, "This is totally safe. And it goes with your outfit."
Ace points to the waiting crowd below, "Why do they look so worried?"
Opening the umbrellas I clarify, "We're low on champagne." I look over and see the pure look of fear glue to her face, "You can back out, you know. No one's forcing you."
Grumbling she grab the umbrella from me, "I know."
Colin is giving another speech, "You trust me?" I ask her as I get a firm grip on my umbrella.
Not looking at me she retorts back, "You jump, I jump, Jack."
It is time to jump, "I really should have confirmed that those potatoes were okay." I grab her hand as I walk both of us quickly off the platform. My body turns to a pulsing bewilderment; the air is tickling my face as it rushes against my body. I feel like I'm flying in every different direction and there is no stop in sight. Thankfully I am fully intact when I land; the crowd lets out a relief filled cheer for our safety. I'm panting from the adrenaline rush, "You did good, Ace," I say congratulating her. We stumble together as we're getting back our bearings.
Ace drops her umbrella bringing her hands closer to her heart. She doesn't notice my fingers are still entwine with hers as her face is aglow with excitement. "Once in a lifetime experience," she exclaims looking back up at the platform as if she in disbelief in what she just did.
"Only if you want it to be," I say encouraging her to be open to possibilities. I notice my hand is still entwined with hers, and now my heart once again feels like I'm airborne again with nothing to ground me. We stay lock together for a few seconds more than I think either of us intended as we stumble back and forth. It like I'm in a trance and I can't stop gazing into the deep blues of her eyes. The moment is broken when someone hands us champagne. I let go of her hand to take the glass, my heart is slowing down and my breathing returning to normal. Whatever had happen between us a few seconds earlier was a fluke; Ace and I were casual friends only. I was just confused by the exhilaration the rush of the jump had caused.
Now that I'm looking at the pictures of the jump, I'm glad that I ask Stephanie to take them for me. Ace's face is so full of excitement in the pictures; she looks bursting with life. Thankfully I didn't corrupt her this weekend; for some strange reason I feel a little nervous standing in front of her dorm room right now dropping these things off. I've already place the bottle of champagne and gorilla mask on the floor. Coming to the end of the picture slideshow; I turn off the camera and place it with the stuff on the floor. I knock once on Ace's door and split, leaving her to find my souvenir presents for her on her own.
To be continue...
Well that it for now, let me know what you think. Now it is time to go work on The Party's Over, I'm so happy that there less dialogue in that one. It should be up soon.
