the shock on his face glowed through the darkness. Her hands gripped his knees for support. All at the same time my arm that held Toni up shot toward the guy next to my friends victim and slapped what felt like a face. Then Tone was shoved even even closer to the letterman owners weapon of creation. All the while a girl in the very back kept calling out, “Toni? Is that you? Toni?”
Within the next thirty seconds Toni kept shouting apologie down the row till we reach our spot. The two guys held kept their stare on us not sure what to make of recent events. The heat of Toni's cheeks heated the entire vicinity and fueled my laughter. Within one minute we managed not only to grope a poor bystander, but also to slap his innocent friend in the face. each of my humorous bellows echoed against the walls and shout back to us. Slowly people turned to the center of the noise. But nothing could stop my laughter.
Minutes later the movie began and I settled down into my stiff chair. Every ones attention turned to the screen except mine. Every so often I would glance down to our victims and would be returned by the same stunned glares. My shaking chair would be enough to make Toni Shove her face back into her hands with