Later on, they're walking around on the streets, getting more stares from the passersby. Some are appreciative, some are shocked, some are just inappropriate.
"I don't know how you can just walk around like that and not feel bothered by all these eyes." Marsha mutters.
"It took a while to get used to, but it doesn't bother me anymore." He looks down at her, and smiles a bit. "'Specially now that I have company like you around."
"Stop it, you're embarrassing me." She smiles and hits him in the shoulder lightly.
"Well, hate to say it, but not much will embarrass you after we get to our new job."
"Oh. I'm not looking forward to that at all."
"Well, honest - me neither. Never was much of a dancer, but man they trained the hell out of me and Taylor to be perfect, and now we have to do the same with you two ladies. It's hardly fair."
"Oh well. S'what I get for accepting free tickets to this place."
"Same here. Not too bad of a way to end out, though, I guess. I mean, the company's great."
"Yeah, but Linda's such a slut. She's probably already getting naughty with your friend."
"Oh, I'm not so sure about that."
"What? Taylor's gay? Taylor sounds like a gay name."
"No, heh - Taylor's not gay, he's just... very shy, I suppose. I don't think he's much the type to bed a woman on the first night."
"Here's hoping. Because I do not want to hear Linda blab on and on about her first night of hot sex with a lizard man."
"Heh - she's a slut and a chatterbox?"
"Yeah, and I'm the recipient of that box. Never fails."
"Ah, well. Takes all types."
"I'm glad I ended up with you tonight, Donovan. I like you so far."
"I like you too. Wanna go on some rides? Totally free."