Night of the Templar Page #3

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up as I go along.

# Talk to my hand

Alrighty then,

Ms. Ashley.

Come on inside,

meet the guests,

and I'll take

care of your luggage.

Great. Uh... store it

in the garage over there.

And... no scratches.

Hmph.

Hey everybody,

this is Ashley.

- And she's going to be...

- Leaving. I'm outta here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.

You can't leave.

You just got here.

Besides, you won't get...

I am not

spending one moment

with a bunch

of goddamn low lives.

They're not even

in my social class.

Look at this one.

Her family is low to

middle income, if lucky.

Look at the cheap

outfit she's wearing.

My mother made

this shirt for me.

"My mother made

this shirt for me. "

No f***ing class.

You need a milieu with

socialites like myself.

Jetsetter getaway

weekend, my ass.

Get my luggage, boy.

I'm leaving.

You can't buy class.

What did you say?

I said, you

can't buy class.

And what's that

supposed to mean?

Evidently, you can't

buy intelligence, either.

And who are you to tell me what to

do?

I'm the events

coordinator.

You call that a job?

Yeah. The ends

justify the means.

That sounds

like something

a f***ing unemployed

game show host would do.

Yeah, kind of

like an actor

doing dinner theater

in Schenectady.

You're a loser.

You're all f***ing losers.

Shut up.

I've had enough

of the offending language.

Your leaving now means

absolutely f***ing nothing.

Go. Get your

own luggage.

You'll hear

from my attorney.

Oh, darn it.

It's all right.

It's okay.

Hear me, Gregoire.

You cannot escape

your destiny.

We must keep

them divided.

I would rather be eaten

by a pack of wolves

than allow your evil venom

to course through my veins.

Deceit... betrayal... revenge.

Forgive me, my lord.

Pretend!

Deceitbetrayalrevenge.

Gregoire.

Gregoire.

Deceitbetrayalrevenge.

Help me, my lord.

It is your time.

It is your place.

Ugh, he didn't

f***ing cover it!

Oh, you are so sued.

Come on.

Come on!

Oh, what the f***.

He disconnected

my battery cables.

Very funny, a**hole.

What is this sh*t?

I hate oldies.

Who the hell are you?

# Ho, ho, ho,

It's magic #

# You know

Who the hell

are you?

What is this,

a masquerade ball?

How come I

wasn't invited?

You can see

through there?

# Never believe

It's not so #

# Never been awake

Never seen a day break #

# Leaning on my pillow

In the morning #

# Lazy day in bed

# Music in my head

# Crazy music playing

# In the morning light

You see the way

he grabbed her throat?

The guy's

a f***in lunatic.

Seriously, both of you

stay away from him.

I think it's kinda sexy,

the way he takes charge.

Like a tiger.

Yeah? You like that? You

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