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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Saint Drega's[/b][/u]

"What part of 'annul' do you not unders--"

And he totally walked right past her. Yep. Impervious to her venom. Tom waltzed back towards the altar to produce a large box of commemorative gear from the duo's wedding. Moira cackled with laughter, literally rolling around on the floor, unable to control it. Lisette almost seemed to glow upon seeing how she herself looked in the items as the beautiful flower girl to their wedding. Marcus too took it lightly.

As Syed did the raging for Amy, the latter kept quiet, kept her fists to her side, kept her boiling anger at bay. She too walked over to the box of goodies and picked out one of the mugs. Yup. The two looked pretty damned happy in this photo imprint, although it was quite clear they were beyond inebriated considering how unstable their poses were. How hilarious would it be if her father were to have found this? Or anyone else? The priest did say he had sent them out to their friends and family. Which meant her own as well, didn't it? How bloody hilarious.

Amy chuckled. She chuckled and dropped the mug to the floor, allowing it to shatter.

Without warning she lugged the entire box over to the side of the altar as well, for the other mugs and fragiles inside to meet the same fate. Fortunately some were saved from the softer clothing articles hugging them.

Then she turned to Father Tom, giving him a rather crooked smile. Slowly she approached him, holding out her hand for him to see once again, the marriage ring glistening in the light. Though she spoke as calmly as she could, her voice and body trembled noticeably. "I'm going to ask you nicely. Please fix this. Now."

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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Outside the Bucking Bronco[/b][/u]

The caped crusader totally lost her cool when Dylan mentioned her being inside a strip club. With a loud "Eh!?" she jumped back and whirled around to look inside the building again. "Th, [i]that's[/i] a strip club!? Oh... ohhh! Is that why he's...!" Trixie stepped back from Freddie, making an x-sign with her index fingers. "Ohh, Amy told me to stay away from peeps like you!"

She stepped out from her freakout in a snap though upon the Crimson Justice requesting her own name. "Pfft, you haven't heard of me? I'm Trixie the Wondergirl! I'm totally awesome and powerful and-- wait guys we can't go in there, that's a strip club! I, uh, lose my superpowers inside... strip clubs. And around meatbabies. Cuz they [i]stank."[/i]

Everyone poured inside anyway to attend to the nauseating smell, before he started to use his banshee scream superpower to kill everyone. Welp, they were on their own. "I'm... uh... just gonna wait out here. ... Ooh, wait a second!"

Across the Bucking Broncos stood a tall, tall building featuring a brilliant sign: La Macabaret. Though her eyes weren't fixated on the sign nor the building's splendor itself. There were bullet holes in the window; well, more like bullet wounds, since the window was cracked with them but none of them ever seemed to go through to the other side. Her curiosity more than piqued, Trixie charged over towards La Macabaret, holding her arms out before her as if she were flying. "Woooosh!"

Before she could reach the front double-doors however, some stranger stepped in front of her. Trixie skid to a stop, gasping quite loudly and shielding her body with her leather pants cape. But the man was already a step ahead of her.

"Hey! It's the SFX Girl! Why didn't you have that gear with you last night? You kept going on about being a Miss Superhero but you had nothing to show!" The man loomed over her, arms crossed and beaming. She really hated when people towered over her like this. Completely ignoring her discomfort the man whipped out a rolled newspaper that chilled in his pocket and continued speaking to her. "I'm sure you'll get the headlines next time, kiddo! Just have some more rhythm in your shots and you'll have everyone on their knees for sure! ... A, awed and applauding of course, not actually... shot. Like that one mother... eesh."

But Trixie the Wondergirl heard none of it, again her eyes focusing on the window. "... ... ... Hey! Those could have been [i]my[/i] bullets!"

She stormed inside the nightclub.