Alex forced Margarita to gallop all the way to the church. When they got there, Margarita laid down panting and wheezing.
"I'll make that three margarita's girl." She ran into the church, taking the rose out of her hair. "One day, just one day of school is that to much to ask? I mean, I need a social life or I won't ever have a boyfriend."
"Now, young one, there is plenty of time to have a social life." Said Father John.
"Not to show disrespect Father, but the chances of me having a social life while being the Zorroeta, is zero." Alex pointed out.
"Hurry, hurry we can't have you running around as a citizen." Her father had entered, he was already dressed as Zorro.
"Fine, but Margarita won't live through another jont."
"Four margarita's and that's it."
Alex ran into the room that contained a wardrobe, this contained her Zorroetta costume. She took out the mask, looking at it with great displeasure. "I live for the day I'm demasked and this nightmare is over,but if dreams could fly I wouldn't need a horse." She said to herself.
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"Ok, Margarita, I know you've galloped and galloped, but if you want that fourth margarita you have to gallop as fast as you can." Margarita gave a quick nay and nodded her head in agreement.
Her father came up behind them on Bandit. "Are you ready?" He asked, clearly annoyed with the dilly dallying.
"Let's go nab these train high jackers." She said, trying to motavate herself.
"It's a bank robbery, nothing too big for you to handle."
"Oh fun, come watch Zorroetta pummble a miget bank robber, and after that I'll be doing shots."
"No way in hell." Said her father as he jerked the reigns forward and began to ride off.
"He didn't get my point, did he?" Alex asked Margarita.