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"Henrietta..." Benjamin chastised. "Why don't we wait until after the wedding to do that, when nobody will be watching?"

Huffing, Henrietta leaned back to rest her palms on Benjamin's knees as if he were merely a chair. "Please, no one's watching," she said. "We could announce the presence of a suicide terrorist - naked - and no one would give us a glance. They're all too caught up with themselves." Henrietta's red lips smiled mischievously. "Watch."

"LISTEN UP, YOU SAPPY, ANNOYING COUPLES!" Henrietta shouted a little too cheerfully, climbing off of Benjamin to leap into the air. The young woman smacked her hand on the top of the fountain, causing the water to stop flowing. Doing a double flip in the air, the long apricot-haired girl stood upright on the tip of the tall structure, chuckling lightly as she wobbled. Well, she very nearly fell but since she didn't, what she did clearly wasn't dangerous.

"You're all much too old to be acorns in a watermelon. You hear that?" Henrietta paused, flipping her soft hip-length hair over her pale shoulder for dramatic effect. "That's the sound of your youth flying far, far away. Live in the moment. DAMN it's gone!" The petite girl snatched at air and tipped forward so she nearly fell - for theatrics - before quickly throwing herself back into balance. "Get a ring, stick it on her finger. Make out and go home. Have cute, puking babies together and die miserable," she announced, rolling her large blue eyes.

"By the way," she smiled, smirking and causing her left dimple to sink in. "The number's 555-321-6699."

Henrietta looked down at Benjamin, then down to the ground, up to the surrounding people and back down to the ground. "So, uh... I'm afraid I didn't think this far, love," she mumbled. Laughing somewhat manically - though her laughter was a lilting, sweet sounding thing - Henrietta asked,

"How do I get down?"