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Title: Love is paradise
(Love has dropped by)
Author: Trang Le Thu
Genre: Romance
Started: 21. December 2001

© Trang Le Thu 2001
Disclaimer: This story is a purely fiction. Nothing here is true!! All Hawaii descriptions come from the internet and guide books.

PART 2

This is the second part of this story. Please, read to the end and  decide what will happen next. Vote "Yes" or "No" for what you want to read in the next part. Remember, this story runs the way you want. And you have only one week to vote for each part!
The first question was: Do you want this fight between Paddy and Agnes to continue? And there was 85% for 'Yes', now, read the result and tell me if you like it. Please, vote and submit your comments.

She walked back to her room, wishing it had been 10 year olds instead. But instead, she was now stuck with a bunch of immature, snot-nosed celebrities for neighbors. This was going to be the longest week of her life…
Scott looked up when she reentered the room.
"Did you already make enemies with our neighbors?" he teased.
"You actually noticed I had left?" Agnes asked in surprise.
Scott faked a pout.
"You make me sound like the neglectful boyfriend! Of course I did! Come here." He waved her over to the table and pulled her onto his lap. "So how many kids are in that suite?" he asked as he began to massage her shoulders.
Agnes let out a little laugh.
"Seven overgrown kids who unfortunately happen to be celebrity pop stars." Her face clouded over just thinking about Paddy's insults.
"What's wrong?" Scott asked, sensing her tension as he continued kneading the muscles in her shoulders and back. "You seem… disturbed. They didn't give you a hard time, did they?"
'Only the bleached blonde spoiled brat who had the nerve to pass judgment on me' Agnes was tempted to say, but she refrained from burdening Scott with any unnecessary worries. He had enough to deal with. She could handle Paddy on her own. All she had to do was make sure she avoided him at all possible costs. Otherwise, another confrontation like the one they just had would end up with him not living to see his 25st birthday.
"Of course not" Agnes lied trying to lighten up. She refused to let Paddy put a damper on the rest of her night. They were okay… just the red one seemed a bit arrogant.
Scott shook his head in disgust.
"It bugs the hell out of me that brats like them are making an enormous amount of money without having to work for it. All they do is look pretty and the money keeps on rolling in. Meanwhile, I had to work my ass off to get where I am today… Where is the justice in society?"
Agnes sighed and leaned back against his chest.
"If it's any consolation, maybe they'll lose their hair real soon. Then they'll be nobodies again. I'd love to see them try and make a living in the real world, especially with nothing but a high school education, if they had one of course."
Scott chuckled as he rubbed her arms affectionately.
"Where has all this animosity suddenly come from? I thought you liked those cheesy boy bands. You even went to one of their concerts last year, didn't you?"
"Yes, but the Kellys are far from being a boyband. And I was in the Backstreet Boys concert, not theirs" Agnes corrected him. "And I only went because Christina won the tickets and she needed her big cousin to drive her. Besides, there's nothing wrong with the music. It's the jerks behind the music that are the bad apples."
"Alright. Something definitely happened. What is it?"
"Nothing Scott. Really. I don't want to talk about this anymore. They're not worth it."
"Shhh… listen, Scott whispered as he kissed her neck. It's suddenly quiet again. Maybe you scared them away."
"Maybe" Agnes echoed distantly, finally starting to relax under his touch.
"You should get back to work-and take advantage of this quiet time."
Scott's hands moved slowly back up her arms and he slid his fingers underneath the straps of her camisole, gently slipping them down.
"I think I'd rather take a break" he murmured, trailing kisses across her bare shoulders.
"So let's take a walk on the beach then" Agnes suggested quickly, hopping off his lap as she fixed her straps. "It's a beautiful night."
Scott gently grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back into him. "No, you are beautiful" he corrected, tracing her jaw-line with his finger, down her neck and across her shoulders where he slipped off her straps once again. Before she could protest, his lips met hers in a feather-light kiss which soon grew much deeper.
"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly.
"I want to make love to you" he replied between kisses.
Agnes pulled away and regarded him sternly. She had found herself in this situation numerous times in the past: Scott persistently trying to make every attempt to change her mind concerning her beliefs about sex. She had been honest with him from the start of their relationship, and she knew he respected her decision… yet sometimes he just liked to check to see if she had changed her mind yet.

"Uh-oh, what's that look for?" he joked.
"You know."
"Well, can you blame a guy for trying?" he asked, smiling sheepishly.
"It just seems you've been trying an awful lot lately" Agnes admitted quietly, not wanting to start an argument but needing to get it off her chest.
Scott reached out and took her hand, his expression softening.
"You know I respect you and would never pressure you into anything."
"I know… it just feels like… you're mocking me sometimes."
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Of course I'm not. I just like to check once in a while to see if you've changed your mind."
"You'll be the first to know when I do."
"I should hope so" he said, eyes twinkling as he smiled.
Agnes gave him a soft kiss and then tugged on his hand again.
"Come on. Let's go for that walk."
But Scott resisted.
"Actually… I should finish this up for tomorrow. I still don't feel prepared for the meeting."
"Sure."
Her face fell as she released his hand and returned back to the couch. Picking up her book, she settled down to continue reading, but couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. Something was definitely wrong in their relationship. She could deny it all she liked, but it was there. As she glanced over and watched Scott's handsome face as he sat there, hard at work, she began to wonder if she herself could possibly be the cause of that problem…

"It's called manners, Paddy!" Jimmy reprimanded his young brother. "You really have to stop losing your temper like that!!!"
"But she was rude to me!" Paddy protested, still fuming over his encounter with the girl next door.
"So you snapped back at her!?!? I can just see the headlines now: Girls you know you better watch out. Arrogance is what Paddy Kelly is comming."
Joey snickered from over on the sidelines, and they both flashed him a look of death. This was no laughing matter.
"Screw the publicity, Jimmy! That's all you're ever concerned about! I'm sick of being polite all the time and letting everyone walk all over me!!"
"It's part of the business, Pad! Next time, you better think before you speak. I don't want to have to have this talk with you again!"
Paddy grumbled something in response, but then turned away and plopped down on the couch, picking up the remote.

Maite had been quietly conversing with Johnny in a huddle by the door. He took advantage of the break in Paddy and Jimmy's argument and cleared his throat to be recognized.
"Boys, our search is over" he announced proudly.
Jimmy looked at him in confusion while Paddy just ignored him as he sat sulking in front of the TV.
Johnny pointed to the door.
"We have officially chosen Agnes as Paddy's conquest."
That caught Paddy's attention real quickly. His head snapped around to see Maite grinning evilly at him.
"No way!"
"The deal was that they got to choose the girl, Paddy" Joey reminded him.
"Screw the bet. I'm out then. Just take the lousy money."
"It's 500 bucks, Paddy" Maite tried to persuade him. "Just think of all the peroxide you can buy with that. Are you sure you wanna give it up without a fight?"
"I'm not wasting my vacation kissing up to someone like her-even if it is for 500 bucks. It's not worth the aggravation. Besides, it's not fair you chose her after we started out on bad terms. The playing field had to start out neutral."
Maite looked at Johnny and Joey and feigned confusion.
"Did we agree on that?"
They shook their heads in amusement.
Paddy looked to Jimmy in exasperation.
"Jimmy? A little help here, please?" he begged.
Jimmy let out a little chuckle.
"Sorry. You're on your own, buddy. I told you I refuse to take part in such foolish games."
"A bet is not a foolish game, Jimmy" Joey corrected him. "It's an interesting way to make a little extra cash."
"Yeah, but people can get hurt in the process."
Maite waved a hand dismissively.
"You've seen too many movies, Daddy." she plopped down next to Paddy on the couch, slinging an arm around his shoulder. "So what's it gonna be, little boy? Are you in or out?"
Paddy hated the thought of losing such a large chunk of his hard-earned money, but he hated even more to be proved wrong by his siblings. He had an image to uphold and was too proud to ever surrender or admit to being wrong.
"But she also has a boyfriend" he complained. "That's two strikes against me!"
"We're talking about 500 bucks, Pad! You didn't think this was going to be easy, did you!?" Maite smiled.
"And why are you even worrying?" Johnny added in a mocking tone. "Because, according to you, it should be no sweat because-and I quote-you're a lady killer, a don Juan, God's gift to women-"
"Enough" Paddy cut him off sourly. "I get the point."
"You dug yourself into this hole" Johnny told him smugly. "Either just admit you're not 'all that' or prove us wrong."
"Fine, I'll do it" Paddy announced reluctantly without any further hesitation. "But you better lay out the rules right here and now. Jimmy! he yelled across the room. Get over here! We need a witness!"
Jimmy and Joey clustered around the rest of the guys on the couch.
"OK. Listen up" Maite announced. "If she doesn't fall for you by the time we leave here next Friday night, Johnny and I are $250 richer and you're $500 poorer. There are no rules. Just that it has to be legit-no bribing her into acting or pretending. And we have to have proof-preferably a kiss in public would be ideal." se shrugged her shoulders and grinned evilly at her brother. "That's all, Paddy. It's pretty simple actually."
"Pretty simple my ass" Paddy grumbled under his breath.
"And you guys can't try and change her mind either" Jimmy warned them "inventing a rule of his own. Like you can't make Paddy look bad in front of her or spread nasty rumors about him."
"Hey, there are plenty of rumors floating around already" Johnny laughed. "He doesn't need our help. Besides, why else would Agnes have been so cold to him? She probably heard the one about his steroid addiction."
"Or the 14 year old girl he got pregnant."
"Or that he's a vampire by night who sold his soul for eternal life."
Paddy glared at his siblings who were obviously enjoying making a mockery of him. Let them laugh all they wanted, but in the end when he collected that money, he'd be the one having the last laugh. Agnes may be his toughest conquest yet, but he'd accept the challenge like a man because the thrill of victory over his brothers and also over Agnes would be well worth the fight. He bravely held out his hand, smiling smugly, and Johnny and Maite both shook it, finalizing the deal.
Joey rubbed his hands together excitedly.
"Let the games begin."

The next morning, Agnes awoke to an empty suite. The night before, Scott had reminded her that he'd be leaving early for his meeting, but he promised he'd be back in time for dinner and then dancing afterwards. Agnes knew better than to hold him to his word.
After ordering up a light breakfast from room service, she decided to head down to the beach for a few hours while the heat was still bearable. Stepping outside into the sunlight, she squinted even from behind her dark glasses. It was going to be one hot, insufferable day.
Speaking of insufferable, reminders of last night's encounters with the infamous Paddy Kelly came to mind. Luckily, she hadn't run into any of them on her way out this morning, and she hoped to avoid any further contact for as long as possible. His attitude still bugged the hell out of her the more she thought about it. Who did that kid think he was? And what right did he have to talk down to her like that? He had absolutely no respect for women, yet the naive little teenyboppers continued to fawn all over him, treating him as nothing less than a god. If they only knew… but would they even care? Probably not, as long as he continued to charm them with his smile. Agnes felt sick to her stomach just thinking about it.
Their hotel was right on the beach, so Agnes didn't have very far to walk. She took off her flip flops and plodded through the sand with her rental chair, vowing not to waste another thought on that arrogant boy. And he was just a boy. How old was he now? 20?
Shaking her head in disgust, she settled on a spot a safe distance from the water, and unpacked her towel, sunscreen and book. Settling onto the chair, she began the dreaded sunscreen ritual. Face first, nose, ears, neck, arms, stomach and legs. Every inch had to be meticulously covered. She hated her fair skin, because it meant remaining stark white even in the middle of summer when everyone else around her was sporting healthy looking golden tans.

She had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed that Paddy and the guys arrived at the beach soon after she did. They had waited patiently out of sight in the hotel lobby for Agnes to come downstairs and then had followed her to the beach at a safe distance behind. Normally, they would have left Paddy alone to work his so-called magic, but this time, they were all curious to see the sparks that were going to fly. They wouldn't miss this for the world.
When they reached the beach, Paddy ushered them away as he stood anxiously behind Agnes's chair. He was nervous, but he couldn't understand why. He had come prepared with comebacks to every possible insult she would throw at him, but also with plenty of subliminal compliments and lines to use in between. Yet he still didn't feel as confident as he normally would. There was something about Agnes that unnerved him-especially the way she had looked down on him last night as if she was better than him. Nobody ever looked down on him. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, dispelling his anxiety. He was going to get even with her, the best revenge being when she fell head over heels for him. He smiled at the thought, regaining confidence in his power over women and after taking a deep breath, he made his way over to her.

Agnes was in the process of awkwardly trying to spread the lotion across her back when she heard a male voice behind her slyly offer.
"Need help of a real man to reach places?"
Agnes looked up and groaned inwardly when she saw it was Paddy standing beside her, a goofy grin plastered on his face. So much for successfully avoiding him. She looked past him and saw the rest of his brothers sitting a few kilometers away.
She scoffed in response, rolling her eyes at his pathetic offer.
"Well, well. If it isn't Mr. Arrogance."
Bowing dramatically, he said:
"At your service."
"You're blocking my sun."
Paddy clicked his tongue in disapproval.
"Who are you kidding? You won't get a tan with that skin of yours! You're just wasting your time."
"And if you're still waiting for an apology, you're wasting your time" she shot back, upset with his comment about her un-tan-able skin.
"Actually, I came to apologize to you."
"Don't do me any favors." She frowned as she returned her lotion to her bag, put on her sunglasses and settled back on the chair.
"I was just a little high strung from jet lag."
"Poor baby. And I'm supposed to say 'that's okay. You're a hot shot celebrity so I'll fall at your feet and feel honored you're gracing me with an insincere apology'?"
"I'm being sincere" he said innocently.
"It sure looks it."
Paddy began to lose patience, quickly forgetting about his mission to make love and not war. "Are you always this unpleasant?" he shot back, his eyes darkening.
"Only to those I don't like."
"But you don't even know me."
Agnes smiled sweetly.
"Exactly. And I intend to keep it that way."
This would have been where Paddy would normally draw the line and walk away. But $500 was at stake, he reminded himself. As well as his pride. Clenching his teeth, he spread his towel out beside her on the sand and sat down.
"So, where's your little boyfriend?"
"Working."
"Ahh, that's right. He's here on business you said. What kind?"
"I didn't invite you to join me" she said without disguising the annoyance in her voice.
"I invited myself" Paddy countered back smiling pleasantly. "So what exactly does he do?"
'This was like a bad nightmare' Agnes thought to herself. 'What would it take to make him go away?'
"Nothing that your miniscule IQ could comprehend" she answered condescendingly. She thought she saw him flinch at the insult but he quickly played it off well, so she wasn't so sure.
"You're not making this easy."
"Making what easy?"
"I see you here alone and I'm trying to establish some sort of friendship, but you stubbornly refuse to cut me even the smallest amount of slack!"
"If I wanted a friend, I'd make one. But it certainly wouldn't be with someone like you."
"What's wrong with me?" Paddy pretended to pout.
"You really want me to answer that?" Agnes let out a sadistic little laugh.
Paddy was appalled at the venom in her voice. This girl was totally cruel and heartless. He gathered up his things, frowned at her and then stormed off.
"I thought not!!!!" she called airily after him.
He stopped in his tracks, turning back to retaliate, but then remembering Jimmy's warning, he shook his head in disgust and walked off, muttering to himself.
"Strike one" Maite commented victoriously when Paddy re-joined the group.
"Ready to give up yet?" Johnny asked hopefully.
"No" Paddy grumbled as he laid his towel out again. He pulled off his shirt, fished his shades out of his bag and sat down.
"I take it you didn't fare too well, Pad?" Jimmy asked amused.
Paddy snuck a look over at Agnes, still fuming inside. There she gracefully sat with an air of superiority even as she read her book. What right did she have to be so unpleasant to him? Maybe he had been a little out of line last night, but he had apologized. Besides, everyone makes mistakes and loses their temper once in a while. Nobody's perfect. Yet Agnes seemed to think she was.
"It's only the first day, Jimmy. She needs to warm up to me."
"After that pleasant greeting you graced her with last night, I wouldn't be surprised if she never warms up." Maite laughed.
"Sure you don't want to forfeit?" Johnny asked him again.
"I wouldn't mind taking over for you" Joey said his eyes never leaving Agnes. "She's gorgeous."
"No she's not" Paddy scoffed. "She's too skinny and has no chest."
"Not everyone has the money to pay for double silicone portion" Maite reminded him, hiding a smile.
"I think she's perfect the way she is" Jimmy commented casually, looking up from his magazine.
"I thought you weren't getting involved" Johnny said amused.
"I'm not. I'm just voicing my opinion of a beautiful girl."
"Well, I don't think she's much to look at" Paddy huffed.
"That's cause she's the first girl not to drool all over you" Maite pointed out. "You're just bitter about the lack of attention."
"That has nothing to do with it! She's mean and cold and unattractive with that permanent frown on her face!"
"You're saying if you didn't know a thing about her and met her at a club, you wouldn't look twice?" Joey asked.
"Nope."
"Liar" Johnny accused between a muffled cough.
"Shut up." Paddy glared at his brothers. Then he grabbed his volleyball out of his bag and stood up. "Come on. Get off your fat butts and let's practice."
"I think I'll invite Agnes to play with us" Jimmy announced, putting down his magazine.
"No fair!" Maite protested. "You'd be helping Paddy then! You can't get involved, remember?"
"Nothing can help Paddy. He's dug himself in too deep to ever get out this time. He's got no chance with this girl. She's way out of his league." Jimmy laughed.
"Says who?" Paddy asked, suddenly offended.
"Says me! Why don't you quit the stupid bet so you can enjoy the rest of the vacation?"
Paddy shook his head adamantly as he began to throw up the ball alone.
"I said I'm not quitting."
Johnny stood up and joined Paddy.
"I think Jimmy just wants to make a move on her instead."
Jimmy smiled mischievously but didn't respond as he got up and jogged over to Agnes. She was so engrossed in her book that she didn't even notice him until he spoke.
"Hi. It's Agnes right?"
She looked up, regarding him behind her sunglasses.
"Hi" she replied coolly, wishing they would all just get the hint and leave her alone.
Jimmy noticed she seemed annoyed at the disturbance, but he didn't let it scare him away. She was probably still recovering from her earlier encounter with Paddy. Yet that didn't mean she had to take it out on him.
"We're gonna play a little volleyball" he said, smiling warmly as he pointed over at the guys. "We thought you might like to join us."
"I don't play volleyball."
"We'd be happy to teach you."
"No thanks."
"OK… maybe some other time then."
"Maybe." She turned her attention back to her book, hoping he'd finally get the hint and go away.
"Well… okay. See ya later then" he said awkwardly as he turned to leave. As he walked back to join the guys, he waited for a goodbye in return but heard nothing. Maybe Paddy had a point. Who was this girl?
"Strike one for you, too?" Maite asked in amusement when he saw the puzzled look on Jimmy's face.
"No" Jimmy shot back quickly. "She just doesn't play volleyball, that's all."
"Did she blow you off?" Paddy asked.
"Not… really. She wasn't very pleasant but she wasn't a total bitch either. I think she's only like that to you."
"I don't know what I did to deserve that attitude from her."
Johnny slapped him on the back.
"You were just being your good old arrogant self. But like I've said before, it won't impress every girl. Some will really be turned off by it."
"No. Only straight-laced goody two shoes will be offended, and that's exactly what she is."
Maite stole the ball from him and passed it to Joey.
"Well, whatever she is, you're gonna have to think of some creative way to lighten her up then. And you better do it fast. The clock is ticking little buddy."
"Which means you'll be gray before you know it" Paddy joked back, receiving a pass from Joey.

Later on that evening, Agnes found herself enjoying a cozy candlelit dinner with Scott. He had returned from work on time and not only did he surprise her with dinner, but he promised dancing later on that night as well.
"This is so nice" Agnes commented casually, gazing across the table at him, where he sat studying the menu.
"Yeah. It's a cute little restaurant, isn't it?" he replied, looking around.
"I meant this is nice… us spending time together" she corrected herself, smiling sheepishly.
Scott reached over and patted her hand encouragingly.
"Of course it is. That's why I invited you to come on this vacation, because I knew no matter how busy I was, I'd still be able to make time for you."
Agnes relaxed at his words. It was times like these when she was able to dispel all her doubts and fears because of simple, sweet nothings that he said. She laced her fingers through his, smiling warmly.
"So how was your day?"
Scott shook his head.
"Don't wanna bore you with all the details. How about you? What did you do today?"
"Not much. Went to the beach for a while."
"Meet anybody?"
"Just our neighbors" she said, rolling her eyes.
"You mean the celebrity jerks next door?"
"Yep. But they seem okay now, except for one." She frowned at her quickness to defend them, but knew Paddy was the only one she had a right to be angry with. The rest of them had been surprisingly polite… and even friendly. After dismissing Jimmy's invitation to volleyball, she had immediately felt guilty about being so cold. She had actually considered joining them, but didn't want to give Paddy any satisfaction. She knew if she gave him a finger, he'd surely take a hand. 
"Oh no. You're not reverting into a lovesick teenybopper who's gonna start to swoon at the sight of them now, are you?" Scott teased.
"Hardly" Agnes retorted, knowing that was exactly what Paddy had expected her to do and why he was so angry and insulted that she had not.
The waiter brought their dinner and they dropped the subject. For the rest of the meal, they reminisced about their years in college and their time spent together as a couple.
After dinner, they asked the waiter for his opinion on popular clubs in the area and he informed them of a place downtown called The Allusion. They arrived after a short taxi ride and had to wait on line for over a half hour. 
"I feel like we're back in Bonn" Agnes commented to Scott as she leaned against him on line. "Clubs and lines. You'll never find one without the other."
Scott chuckled in amusement as he kissed her cheek.
"Guess you don't like waiting, huh?"
"Nope."
"Now you know how I feel."
Agnes turned in surprise to see him throw her a knowing look, but then he smiled reassuringly when he saw a frown appear on her face.
"It was a joke, silly" he murmured, pulling her close. "Only a joke."
"I know." Agnes sighed in resignation.
She let Scott kiss her and then turned around leaning her head against his chest again. Closing her eyes, she began to wonder if she should start reconsidering her decision. Three years in a relationship with someone was a long time. Maybe Scott had every right to feel frustrated. Maybe sometimes he even worried that he was the problem. Agnes knew it was time to take that major step in their relationship, yet she still didn't feel 100% convinced.
"Come on. We're in." Scott jerked her back to reality as he grabbed her hand and led her inside.
Agnes was not a stranger to the club scene and she enjoyed the weightless oblivion that dancing could provide. The music pumped through her veins as she weaved her way amidst the flashing strobe lights through the crowd behind Scott. He skillfully shoved his way through, making room on an otherwise jammed-packed dance floor and then pulled Agnes close again as they began to dance. Agnes wasted no time losing herself in the music as she and Scott swayed together synchronously, body to body. For such a straight-laced guy as he was, he sure knew how to dance.
An indefinite amount of time had passed when Agnes began to feel light-headed.
"Let's take a break" she yelled over the music so Scott could hear her.
He nodded in agreement and wiped his brow, leading Agnes over to a couch on the side of the room.
"I'll go get us a drink" he told her and then disappeared into the crowd. 
He reappeared two minutes later and handed her a beer.
"Thanks." Agnes gulped it greedily, the cold beverage refreshing her parched mouth.
"Whoa, easy there!" Scott laughed. "Sip it slow or you'll get drunk real fast."
"I don't get drunk" Agnes bragged. "I know how to hold my alcohol."
"Yeah, the whole half a beer I've ever seen you drink. I don't think you've ever had more than that."
"I think you're right." Agnes smiled as she took another sip, more slowly this time.
Scott admired her with adoring eyes.
"Did I tell you look incredibly sexy this evening?"
Agnes blushed as she looked down at her dress and self-consciously tugged at it, trying to pull it over her knees.
"It's a little too short, huh?" she teased.
"Not at all" he murmured in her ear, leaning over to kiss her softly. "The sexier, the better." His lips were warm and tasted so sweet. His kisses continued until they became deeper and more demanding. He slid his hands up her back, around her neck, and finally to her face, lowering her down backwards onto the couch.
Agnes felt as if she was drowning in the sensation. She didn't want him to stop, which meant the alcohol had probably already gone to her head.
She jerked him back up, trying to catch her breath.
Scott became worried when he saw her disturbed expression.
"What's wrong?" he asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"I just feel a little light-headed" she mumbled clumsily. "I'm gonna take a walk to the bathroom. I'll be back." She handed him her beer and then hurried off before he tried to stop her.
She made her way dazedly through the crowd, angry at Scott for continuing to pressure her at every possible opportunity but also angry at herself for not giving in to him yet. She was 22 years old yet she was acting like a scared child. When would she finally grow up and…
"UMPH!"
The collision quickly knocked Agnes back to reality and she gasped as she felt an icy liquid seep down the front of her dress.
"Oh geez. I'm sorry" she heard a male voice apologize. "I wasn't…" His voice trailed off with recognition.
She looked up and squinted through the flashing lights to see none other than Paddy Kelly standing before her, an empty liquor glass in his hand. She glowered at him and watched as his eyes made a long, slow appraisal of her body.
'Alright Joey. Maybe I lied. Maybe if I did meet her in a club and didn't know a thing about her… maybe I would look twice after all…' he thought.
"Did I do that?" he smirked, pointing to the dark wet stain spreading across the front of her dress.
Agnes swiped his hand away in disgust. Clenching her teeth to refrain from lashing out at him, she pushed past him and stormed off to the bathroom.
A little soap and water only made the stain grow, and Agnes realized her efforts were futile. She sighed in frustration as she stared back at her sorry reflection in the mirror. Could this night get any worse? Actually no, it couldn't. Running into Paddy was definitely the lowest point of all.
She stormed back out and almost knocked into Paddy again because he was waiting for her right outside the door. 
"Tsk. Tsk." He frowned mockingly when he saw her dress. "I wonder if that will ever wash out."
"If it doesn't, you owe me 60 bucks" she snapped back, pushing past him.
Paddy persisted, following close behind.
"So, you here alone? Do you wanna dance? Maybe I can make it up to you in some other way!" he offered suggestively.

The question was: Do you want Agnes to dance with Paddy?
Answer: 58% for 'Yes' and 42% for 'No'

{ PART 3 }