Santo drags out the Dr. Pepper crates and lays them in the middle of the square. He hops on, stretched his hand and helps -Lana- next to him.

The crowd was loud and -Lana- couldn't be heard. Santo whistles loudly and the crowd falls  silent and all heads turn to -Lana-.

Ladies and gentlemen! Last night, Santo Prio and I eloped in the fine city of Las Vegas. Our bloodlines have known eachother for generations and we decided to finally make it official.

Champagne for everyone!

<em>LS raises her glass in first to congratulate -Lana- and Santo.</em>

Way to go! May this be the beginning of a beautiful relationship for many more generations to come!!

Merci smiles and steps in front of the crowd.

I've known Santo for some time now, and through him, Lana. Both are wonderful people that I care for very deeply, and that I wish to know for a very long time to come. May the two of you have a very long, very happy life together!!

At that, she raises her glass in a toast.

Sava drove up in her red ferrai, wearing a pair of black leather pants and white shirt tied up at the bottom, her brown hair cascading down over her shoulder's. Picking up her glass and raises it,

'To Lana and Santo I wish them all the best in their marriage and for the future'

She smiles at the happy couple.

Al pulls up and stops the car just short of the Ferrari's bumper. As he surveys the situation he realizes what must be done. He leans over to the glove box and pulls out a silencer. As he walks toward them screwing the muffler onto his thirty-eight he sees Merci toasting. Things seem to move in slow motion as she glances his way.

"Evening Merci." he silently mouths the words and locks eyes with her as he passes. She never saw the puff of the thirty-eight as it found its first mark. Al turned to the right and the long slide silently cycled once again, killing for the second time this night. His third and fourth targets were already in motion, he could never take them both. Al's silenced pistol was in full view, Santo pulled -Lana- down into a crouch with him as he drew his own gun. They fired in unison, Al on the run, Santo taking cool calculated aim.

A seagull drops at -Lana-'s feet. Al unscrews the spent silencer and holsters his gun.

"I wonder where those damn seagulls came from? Hey nice shot Santo, at least one of those last two was making it through. Kinda loud though, that gun. Hey! Congratulations you two! Here is to a long life!"

Al smiles large.

-Lana- slowly stands, speechless at the turn of events. Kicking the seagull out of the way, she struts to the refreshments table and takes a bottle of champagne.

Al stands calm next to his Coupe...she next to the table, legs apart with the bottle to her side facing him. She can still see the thirty-eight as she removes a feather from her hair.

Oh Al...she giggles before swinging her arm back, throwing the bottle awkwardly in the air. It turned around and around before Al caught it with his free hand inches from the Coupes windshield. Oops!

Thanks for the bird patrol, Al!

Congratulations both of you and I wish you a great future together.