Sebastian: I can't believe the balls on that little shit.

Lois: Whose?

Lois turns and, following Sebastian's gaze, sees the source of his anger, none other than Oliver, who, while talking to someone else, has his eyes locked on her.

Lois: Oh!

Sebastian: Give me a minute, Kitten. I'm gonna go make a murder, and I'll be right back.

Sebastian heads in Oliver's direction, but Lois gets in between them and puts her hands on his stomach.

Lois: Yeah, right. Hahaha. That's hilarious, but it's not going to happen.

Sebastian: You wanna bet?

Lois: Easy, Wolf! Let me handle this. Please. I'll talk to him and he'll understand. You don't have to kill him. But on second thought, it'd be pretty hot to commit murder for my sake.

Sebastian looks at her with narrowed eyes and she smiles.

Lois: I just kidding, Wolf.

Sebastian: Very funny, Kitten.

Lois: Whatever! Since Oliver won't be coming near me while you are around, do me a favor and go to the bar for a drink. I'll talk to him and we'll get this over with.

Sebastian: All right, but if he dares touch you, I'll rip his arms off his shoulders.

Lois: I'll keep that in mind. Now, shoo!

Sebastian: I'm going, but I'll be watching you!

Lois: I'm counting on it.

Sebastian walks over to the bar across the hall and sits down on a stool. The bartender walks right up to him.

Bartender: What can I get you, sir?

Sebastian: A beer and a double shot, Johnny Blue.

Bartender: Coming right up, sir.

The bartender places two coasters in front of Sebastian. On one he places a bottle of beer and on the other a shot glass, which fills with the potent mixture. Sebastian takes the shot and drinks it in one gulp.

Bartender: Is there trouble in paradise?

Sebastian: Tell me something. How easy is it to put a leash on a wolf?

Bartender: That depends, sir.

Sebastian: On what?

The bartender looks in Lois' direction.

Bartender: On who's holding that leash, sir.

Sebastian: Right. How much do I owe you for this?

Bartender: Nothing, sir. It's on the house.

Sebastian: Thank you.

The bartender leaves to serve someone else, and Sebastian takes the beer bottle, turns around, and, leaning against the bar, stares at Lois.

She, feeling his gaze on her, looks at him and smiles before turning to face Oliver, who, seeing Sebastian leave, leaves his company and walks towards Lois.

Clearly unaware of the risk, he opens his arms to hug her, but she raises her hand to stop him and offers her hand to shake instead.

Lois: Good evening, Olly.

Oliver: Lois! You are finally here! This party's been pretty boring without you.

Lois: I find that hard to believe. How can a party on a spaceship be boring?

Oliver: On a spaceship? Oh! You mean the decorations. Yes! Ursula's freaked out again.

Lois: I was sure of it.

Oliver: You are stunning tonight.

Lois: Thank you.

Oliver: And you know what? I made arrangements with the DJ to play our song so we can dance together again.

Lois: Yeah. That's very nice, but it's not gonna happen.

Oliver: And why is that?

Lois: For technical reasons.

Oliver: He will not let you, huh?

Lois' wild look makes Oliver flinch.

Lois: First of all, he has a name. His name is Sebastian. Mr. Jones to you, and second, he's not a control freak who's going to allow me to do what I want and not do what I want. He's my partner, and as you saw, even though he saw your stupid message this morning, he left us alone to talk. So, be careful how you talk about him if you want us to get along. I will not tolerate anyone speaking ill of Sebastian. Do you understand me? No one.

Oliver looks at Lois in shock and she, taking a deep breath, calms down and starts talking a little more calmly.

Lois: You see, Oliver. You are a sweet and beautiful man. I'm touched by the fact that you still have feelings for me and I thank you for that. I also apologize for the way I left you back then, but you and I, never again. And please, don't take it personally. The same goes for all the other men. There is no one else for me. It's him, Olly. It's always been him.

Oliver: Oh, my God! Peter was right after all.

At the mere mention of Peter's name, anger begins to boil up inside Lois.

Lois: Peter? What exactly did Peter say?

Oliver: That this Mr. Jones is a dangerous, manipulative son of a bitch. He's manipulating you. He's made you into a damn puppet. You need help, Lois. Tell me, and I'll do everything I can to help you. To save you from him. What does he have on you? Does he fuck you so well and you don't have eyes for another man?

Lois: YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!

The sound of Lois slapping Oliver echoed through the hall despite the loud music and conversation. Everyone turned and Sebastian was right next to Lois in a split second.

Sebastian: Kitten? What the hell happened here? You're shaking!

Lois: Forget what I told you earlier. You can kill the bastard!

In a flash, Sebastian grabs Oliver by the throat and pushes him against the wall. Some of the other guests wanted to come to Oliver's aid, but Sebastian's gaze stopped them. Besides, no sane person approaches a wolf when it's attacking.

Sebastian: What did you do to her, you piece of shit? What did you say to her?

Poor Oliver is about to pee his pants.

Oliver: Mr. Jones, please! Everyone's staring at us.

Sebastian: Do I look like I give a shit? Tell me what the hell happened.

Oliver: Nothing, Mr. Jones. Nothing at all. I swear to you.

Sebastian: Then why did she slap you and now she wants me to kill you?

Oliver: I said something inappropriate in the heat of the moment and she reacted the right way. I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. Please, Mr. Jones ... Lois, please!

Lois: Let him go, Wolf. He's not worth it.

Sebastian lets Oliver go. He rubs his sore throat and tries to breathe normally. He knows he's gone too far and that he just got away with it, so he decides to keep up appearances. At least for the moment.

Oliver: Mr. Jones. Miss Harronate. Please, have a seat.

Sebastian frames Lois' cheek.

Sebastian: Do you want us to leave?

Lois: No. Of course not. I'm not going to miss my high school reunion for ... Anyway!

Sebastian: Fine, then. Let's sit down, but please calm down.

As they follow Oliver, Sebastian leans down and whispers in her ear.

Sebastian: Really, kitten? I leave you alone for five minutes and you start slapping people?

Lois: I couldn't help myself. Blame it on the hormones!

Oliver leads them to a table where several others are already seated. Lois greets her old classmates and introduces Sebastian, but her eyes scan the room for one particular face. The face she would love to smash with her heel.

Sebastian: Who are you looking for?

Lois: How do you know I'm looking for someone?

Sebastian: You're talking to me, Kitten. I know how to read you. Spit it out!

Lois: Peter-ass.

Sebastian: And why is that?

Lois: To bust his fucking head.

Sebastian: Whoa, Terminator! Tell me exactly what happened.

Lois: I'll tell you, but promise me you'll let me handle it.

Sebastian: The way you handled Oliver before? With slaps in the face?

Lois: Come on. Stop teasing me. The slap was the least I could do after what he said about you. If I had a gun, I'd empty it in his stupid mouth!

Sebastian: Now do you see why I forbid you to carry a gun?

Lois: Very funny!

Sebastian: Come on. Tell me what terrible thing he said about me that made you so angry.

Lois: It's not Oliver's fault. Peter-ass is behind it.

But as long as Lois is telling Sebastian exactly what happened with Oliver and what Peter is spreading, let's move on a bit, to the next table where Oliver is sitting, his cheek and neck still red, and Ursula. Oh, yeah. Ursula. The blonde bimbo that hated Lois, and by the looks of it, she still does.

Ursula: What happened, Olly? The sheep slapped you? Really? Poor Olly! How low you have fallen!

Ursula laughs hysterically, and Oliver bares his teeth.

Oliver: Leave me alone, Ursula.

Ursula: Tell me something. You are a journalist and you'll know. Was it all true, what we saw on the news? Is that bitch really a Harronate?

Oliver: Yes. I was there. It's all true.

Ursula: What a lucky bitch! And what's with the dark stud next to her? Are they really a couple?

Oliver: Don't talk to me about that bastard.

Ursula: Why? He's fucking fantastic. I almost had an orgasm when he had you pressed against the wall.

Oliver: He's going to pay for this and everything else. It's all his fault. If it wasn't for him, Lois would notice me.

Ursula: My God! Do you still want her? What the hell do you see in her? She's an anorgasmic slut. Her ex, that scumbag Peter, says he left her because she didn't satisfy him in bed.

Oliver: Do yourself a favor and don't believe what Peter says. I did too and you saw what happened.

Ursula: Is that why you got slapped? Did you tell her what Peter was spreading?

Ursula laughs some more, but stops when Oliver suggests something really tempting that she can't resist.

Oliver: Ursula, would you do me a favor?

Ursula: That depends. What's in it for me?

Oliver: If you can manage it, a good fuck with the dark stud.

Ursula: Say no more, my boy. I get it. You want me to turn on the stallion, make sure the sheep catch us in the act, and then you'll comfort her.

Oliver: Can you do that?

Ursula: You are talking to me, Ollykin. Have you forgotten who I am? Besides, from the looks of it, the reward is damn well worth it.

Oliver: But what do you all see in him anyway?

Ursula: Something you don't have.

Oliver: And what is that?

Ursula: Testosterone, my boy. Too much of it!

Meanwhile, Lois has just finished her tale and Sebastian is trying in vain to hold back his laughter.

Lois: Do you think that's funny?

Sebastian: No. It's hilarious.

Lois: Do you give a damn about all the things that are spread about you?

Sebastian: Baby, in all these years I've heard things about me that are way worse than that. If I cared about any of that, I would have blown my brains out a long time ago.

Lois: How can you do this? I want to cut him into little pieces and feed him to the wolves.

Sebastian: Put the knives down, Ninja Turtle. Apparently, the Honorable Peter-ass doesn't have the guts to show up tonight.

Lois: He'll show. He's too stupid not to.

Sebastian: Okay, Donatello. I have to go to the bathroom. Will you be able to control yourself for a while?

Lois: Very funny, Master Splinter. Go mark your territory in peace. I'm going to stay here.

Sebastian laughs even harder.

Sebastian: I won't pee in the corners, Kitten, but that was really good.

Lois: Thank you.

Sebastian: Well, I'm going now. I hope I don't come back and find you stepping on someone's neck, okay?

Lois: I wouldn't do that. I love my new shoes. They are a gift from my man.

Sebastian: So am I, Kitten.

Winking, Sebastian gets up and goes to the bathroom. Lois follows him with her eyes, admiring the manly way he walks, as well as his incredibly sexy butt.

At that moment, a classmate asks her something, which distracts her from Sebastian, so she doesn't notice that Ursula has gotten up and followed him.

~ IN THE MEN's ROOM ~

Sebastian stands in front of the sink and washes his hands after the mark (!!) . The rest of the cubicles are empty. The moment he pulls out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, the door opens and Ursula enters. She leans back against the door. Her dress, that is, the tiny piece of fabric with an animal pattern, covers only a small part of her body.

Sebastian gives her a quick glance and an expression of disgust and annoyance spreads across his face. He knows these kinds of women damn well. All these years he's been surrounded by women like this who only care about a fat wallet and a huge cock. He also knows exactly who this woman is. Lois had described her in great detail. Ursula Morrison.

He crumples up the paper and tosses it in the trash can.

Sebastian: Wrong door! Try the next one.

Ursula: Right door! You are here.

Sebastian: Yes, but I don't have any cash on me.

Ursula: To do what?

Sebastian: To pay you.

Ursula: For what?

Sebastian: For your services.

Ursula: Are you implying that I am a hooker?

Sebastian: Aren't you?

Ursula: No, of course not.

Sebastian: Excuse me. I am confused!

Ursula: Normally I should be offended and hold a grudge against you, but you are too beautiful for me to do that, so, I forgive you.

Sebastian: I am really relieved, but now step aside, I have to get back.

Ursula: Not so fast, hot stuff. You and I have a lot to talk about.

Sebastian walks up to her. She shows off her huge tits, but he keeps his gaze on her face.

Sebastian: You and I, lady, have nothing to talk about, and you know why?

Ursula: Why?

Sebastian: Because I am green.

Ursula: And I am a vegetarian. We are a perfect match.

Sebastian: Not at all. You obviously eat too much meat and I hate anything plastic. So, take your damn fake tits and get out of my way. Now.

No one's ever talked to her like that. No one ever rejected her charms so easily. No one has ever looked her in the eye instead of her tits. Ursula, surprised and dumbfounded, steps aside and Sebastian makes his way to the door, but before he even touches the knob ...

Ursula: Please wait!

Sebastian turns his head around.

Sebastian: What is it?

Ursula: You said no to me because of her, didn't you?

Sebastian: Yes, but even if it wasn't because of her, I'd tell you the same thing.

Ursula: And why? Am I not beautiful?

Sebastian: You might be, but as you are now, no. You are not beautiful. You are an easy fuck, and I have had plenty of those in my life.

Ursula: But that's what all men want from me.

Sebastian: You give them the right.

Ursula: And what should I do to change that?

Sebastian: Stop being one of the many and start being one of the kind. If you do that, I'm sure the right man will come to you very soon.

Ursula walks up to Sebastian, gives him her hand and he shakes it.

Ursula: Thank you for the rejection, stud. That was a very liberating shock for me.

Sebastian: I'm glad I helped.

Ursula: And I'm glad I met you. Uh... really, what's your name? I saw you on the news, but I didn't catch your name. I was distracted by your face.

Sebastian: If I said yes to you, would you ask me my name before or after I fucked you?

Ursula: I don't know. Probably never.

Sebastian: That's what I thought. Whatever. Sebastian. My name is Sebastian.

Ursula: Sebastian, huh? Very nice! My name is...

Sebastian: Ursula.

Ursula: How did you know that? Oh! But of course. Lois, huh?

Sebastian: Yes.

Ursula: Go, Sebastian, and tell Lois that I am sorry for what I did to her, and that she's very lucky.

Sebastian: I am the lucky one, Ursula. Not her.

Sebastian touches the knob and is ready to come out.

Ursula: One last thing! I didn't come here on my own. Someone sent me to seduce you. Not that I wouldn't do it anyway.

Sebastian: It was Oliver, wasn't it?

Ursula: Yes. He wants Lois. It's obvious you are in no danger from him, but it would be good to tighten the screws on him.

Sebastian: Thank you, Ursula. I know exactly what to do. Goodbye.

Ursula: Goodbye, hot stuff.

Sebastian opens the door and comes out of the toilet. He leaves Ursula with a bittersweet taste in her mouth and a lot of thoughts in her head. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she wipes the bright red lipstick from her lips with her hand.

Ursula: Let's see, Sebastian. I'll take your advice and I really hope it's not too late for me.

Before returning to his seat, Sebastian makes a stop at Oliver's table. He stands behind him and places his hands on his shoulders, freezing him in place. With his familiar, irresistible smile, he turns to the others sitting there.

Sebastian: Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen, but I'm going to kidnap your dear Oliver for a while. I have something to say to him. Don't you worry. I'll bring him back to you in one piece.

Oliver: No. I'm not coming. Leave me alone.

Sebastian smiles even more and pulls out the big guns.

Sebastian: Don't try my patience, Oliver. I don't have much. Come with me now!

Sebastian's irresistible voice leaves no room for Oliver, preventing anyone else from doing anything to stop him. Trembling, Oliver stands up and follows Sebastian a little further.

Oliver: If you try to hurt me, I'll call the police.

Sebastian, still smiling, puts his arm over Oliver's shoulders.

Sebastian: Stop shaking, douchebag, and listen to me carefully. Next time you send a woman to seduce me, make sure she's my type and not a plastic doll. And as for MY Lois, if you ever come near her again, I'll cut you into little pieces and feed you to my wolves. Do I make myself clear, boy?

Oliver: Yes.

Sebastian: Lovely! Now get the hell out of my sight.

Sebastian pushes Oliver and turns back to Lois, who hasn't noticed anything about the friendly conversation with him.

Lois: What took you so long?

Sebastian: Did you miss me, Kitten?

Lois leans against him and rubs her nose against his neck.

Lois: Very much. I always miss you when you're not glued to me.

Sebastian: My sweet baby. Give me a kiss and I'll tell you.

She seizes his shirt and kisses his lips with her well-known passion.

Lois: So, are you going to tell me why you were late?

Sebastian: Because of your friend.

Lois: My friend? What friend?

Sebastian: Ursula.

Lois: You have got to be kidding me! She again! What did she do to you?

Sebastian: She almost attacked me in the bathroom. She wanted us to do hoochie coochie .

Lois: To do hoochie coochie? And you are just saying that?

Sebastian shrugs his shoulders.

Sebastian: How else am I supposed to say it? She offered me sex, and I turned her down. No big deal.

Lois slams her hand down on the table.

Lois: That's it! Enough is enough! I have had to put up with a lot from her, but not this! I'm gonna drink her blood!

Lois stands up and the others sitting with them turn to look at her. Sebastian, somewhat awkwardly, pulls her down.

Sebastian: Sit down, you crazy She-Wolf. Everyone looks at you.

Lois: I don't care! Tell me if she touched you.

Sebastian: Come on, Kitten.

Lois: Tell me, damn it. Did she touch you?

Sebastian: No. No. She didn't. She didn't even try. Sit down and let me explain. It wasn't her fault. Someone else made her do it.

Lois sits down and looks at Sebastian in confusion.

Lois: Someone else? What are you talking about? Who?

Sebastian: Your admirer.

Lois: Oliver?

Sebastian: Yeah.

Lois: A fucking gun, for Christ's sake! Why won't anyone give me a gun? You are a gangster. Why don't you carry a gun?

Sebastian: Keep your voice down, Kitten. It's not like everyone here needs to know what I do for a living.

Lois: That son of a bitch! What did he think? That you'd fall into the bitch's trap and that if I caught you in the act, I'd run to him for comfort?

Sebastian: Probably.

Lois: I would so love to beat the crap out of him.

Sebastian: Don't bother, baby. I had a talk with him and I hope he got the message. It's for his own good.

Lois: Did you threaten him?

Sebastian: Pretty openly.

Lois: Good! And what about Ursula?

Sebastian: She suffered some kind of shock when I turned her down, and this could be good for her. I don't know. Anyway, she told me to tell you that she's sorry for what she did to you then, and that you are very lucky to have me.

Lois: I know. I didn't expect Ursula to tell me that.

Sebastian: Forget about that now and tell me. Are you still angry?

Lois: Pretty much.

Sebastian: In that case, we should do something to calm you down.

Lois: Great idea. Let's go fuck in the bathroom.

Lois tries to get up, but Sebastian holds her down.

Sebastian: Sit down, you pervert. That's not what I meant.

Lois: Oh! Then what did you mean?

Sebastian: Give me a minute.

He gets up and walks over to DJ's booth. He talks to him for a bit and then stands in the middle of the dance floor. He reaches out to her and his lips whisper.

Sebastian: Come to me, baby.

Lois, who has been watching him with her eyes the whole time, gets up and walks to him as a familiar tune plays from the speakers.

A whistle blows and then the melodic voice of Klaus Meine rings out in the hall.

* I follow the Moskva ... Down to Gorky Park... Listening to the wind of change. *

Sebastian hugs her waist and begins to sway with her to the soothing rhythm of the song. Lois rests her head on his shoulder and breathes in the scent of his body.

Lois: Sing just for me.

He presses his mouth to her ear.

Sebastian : * Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night.

Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams ... With you and me.

Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night.

Where the children of tomorrow dream away ... In the wind of change. *

His sweet voice, coupled with his lips in her ear and his hands on her waist, gives Lois goosebumps all over her body. A sigh escapes her lips.

Lois: Ah, Sebastian ...

Sebastian: Don't think about anything, baby. Don't worry about anything. Just enjoy the moment.

The bubble that envelops them every time they are in each other's arms is almost visible. The environment around them is unimportant to them.

Sebastian: Do you remember that song?

Lois: Of course, I remember. You were singing that before I walked into the room and saw you for the first time.

Sebastian: I'll never forget that moment. You took my breath away.

Lois: Yes. Tell me about it. At least you were able to control yourself while I was completely humiliated.

Sebastian: No, not at all. You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen! Alright. Maybe the funniest too, but it doesn't matter. The way you tried to look me in the face, but your eyes kept going down.

Lois: Can you blame me? I opened the door and instead of an empty room I saw a pure work of art, naked and wet!

Sebastian: We are going to tell this story to our children and they will not believe us.

Lois: To our children, huh?

Sebastian: Yeah. And then to our grandchildren. And when we are too old, we will sit in front of the fireplace with a cup of tea and rusks, I'll give you a hug, and we will reminisce together about the wonderful life we had.

Lois: That is such a beautiful dream. I wish it would come true.

Sebastian: It's up to us, Kitten. True love never gets old. It's like fine wine. Every year that passes, it gets better. I want to live with you. I want to grow old with you and when the time comes, I want to take my last breath in your arms, looking into your beautiful face.

Lois: I love you so much, Sebastian.

Sebastian: I love you too, my soul. More than anything.

A few dances later ...

Lois: Sebastian, I'm a little tired. Shall we sit down?

Sebastian: Sure, baby.

They go back to their table.

Sebastian: Do you want us to leave?

Lois: Not yet. I want to wait a little longer to see if that son of a bitch shows up.

Sebastian: Come on, Lois. The hell with him.

Lois: No. That piece of shit dared to speak ill of you, and I will not stand for it. I can't stand anyone talking bad about you.

Sebastian: You lifted me too high, Kitten. Maybe I don't deserve it.

Lois: Hey! We have been through this before! Nobody talks bad about you. Not even you!

Sebastian: Jeez! You're so bossy!

Lois: Yes, I am. Now shut up and give me a kiss.

Sebastian: Haven't you had enough kisses already?

Lois: I'll never have enough of your kisses.

Sebastian: I'm going to back off now, Kitten, but when we get home, you are going to face the big, bad wolf.

Lois: I'm counting on you, big, bad Wolf.

They are kissing carelessly and laughing into each other's mouths ...

Suddenly a voice - a voice neither of them had expected - interrupts them somewhat abruptly ...