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Lynne:
((LaShawn drifts back to the dances at the sorority house...))

Daniel:

--- Quote from: Lynne on May 25, 2007, 12:41:19 am ---LASHAWN:

That woman has some moves...She is really sexy, don't you think, Jack?[/b]


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JACK:

((Jack peers up at the singer.))

**Sexy?....** ((Jack pauses)). **Don't know if I can call her that in such pretty company. Wouldn't seem right. But Ah'll tell you that that husband a'yers is a real keeper. He keeps lookin' this way, just can't keep his eyes off ya.**

((Jack swings LaShawn away from the speakers.))

**Couldn't care right now if she were the sexiest gal in the world anyhow. This room just ain't big enough for both the band and her voice.**

Daniel:
Laurel Sparta

((After spending a short spa holiday with her good friend the sea serpent CeeCee (which greatly restores her natural beauty), Laurel returns to the surface to discover how the production is going so far and get back to work so that everything is running on time. By her calculations the whole thing should have been completed by now, and she is anxious to play the last scenes and roll the credits.))

**What..... on earth!!!   Welliwont, where are you!!!**

Daniel:
Jack:

**Hey, com'on now, ain't her fault. Our director and everyone here's been doin' their part. I didn't even know LaShawn had been to miming school, or knew any of that interpretive dance stuff, but hell she can get a lot more out that way than speakin' 130 words a minute.  She told me her whole life story in three sweeps 'round the dance floor.**

Daniel:
JACK:

((Jack sweeps LaShawn back over to their table, which has already been cleared of their dinner plates, and looks over at Lureen.))

**Ready to go, hun?**

((Jack watches Lureen wiggle her nose, grab her purse, open it, and look inside for something. She then grabs LaShawn's arm and they both go off in the direction of the ladies' room.))

((Jack stands there and stares after them, then grabs his jacket from the chair, pulls out a cigarette from the pocket and lights it.))

**Reckon they'll be a while then. Let's wait outside.**

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