"I told you, you didn't stand a chance with her," his buddy said meanly, sharpening his axe on his friend's neck. "She was ogling me the whole time. One always goes for the Murderer rather than the Murdered if one has any sense at all." He said smugly rubbing more than salt into this poor victim's wound. Not only his neck but his poor ego was destroyed. Twenty minutes to go before the parade started. I left those two to fight it out in their own way.