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Breakin' teeth down in, tent one
I fought the law and the, law won
I fought the law and the, law won
I needed some satis-faction
I fought the law and the, law won
I fought the law and the, law won

Around the baby it felt so bad,
I'd had enough of Fern,
She gave me a real ton of crap
I fought the law and the, law won
I fought the law and the, law won.

She's robbed people of their, rations
She fought the law and the, law won
She fought the law and the, law won
She missed her baby and she, missed fun
She fought the law and the, law won
She fought the law and the, law won

Around the baby it felt so bad,
I'd had enough of Fern,
She gave me a real ton of crap
I fought the law and the, law won
I fought the law and the, law won.

In adjacent cells, with a typical barred door, Kate and Fern have been incarcerated. Fern has spent most of her incarceration so far sobbing loudly, but it hasn't got her any more than the bread and water Kate got.

There is one guard, who looks tired, and is sitting down the end of the corridor with a newspaper. There is a barred window in each cell, a non-lit fireplace near the guard, and a large barred window at the other end of the corridor.

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"Nope." Carlotta says, when they're well away from the guard. "Too obvious and noisy. We just have to walk a bit."

The monkey climbs up on her shoulder.

Nobody seems to be following them, so at least there's that. Not that it means they can take their time, and they hustle through the shadows.

Tommy comes up alongside Kate and their hands brush against one another.

"I take back everything I said about the monkey, by the way."

"An' I heartily apologize for any, ah, misconduct."

The remark is directed at the monkey, who looks only slightly less judgmental than he did earlier.

She assumes the sigh he heaves is his way of accepting her apology.

Without even thinking about it, her fingers thread with Tommy's when she feels the brush of his knuckles. It's momentary, but intimate for how absent it is.

"Hey, it was Fern that started it." Carlotta says, oblivious of the monkey's earlier role in, er, hanky panky prevention.

"Well, I hope she don't continue things once she gets outta jail," he says to Carlotta.

Squeezing Kate's hand becomes an immediate reflex, even before he glances at her in the dimness.

"I ain't sure she's learned her lesson," she sighs. "An' I most certainly haven't, so if she comes 'round startin' trouble again all y'gotta do is come get me."

There's a hard set to her jaw, even as she catches Tommy looking at her from the corner of her eye. She glances up at him —

— and softens, a smile playing at her lips as her fingers run along the side of his palm.

As they reach the outskirts of the circus camp, they almost collide with a shadowy figure in the bushes...

Carlotta stops short and so does Tommy before he bumps into her (and the monkey), and he grasps Kate's hand tighter as the figure in the bushes triggers his fight-or-flight impulses (though mostly the fight).

Kate could do to have a few more flight impulses.

As it is, she protectively crosses her arm over his middle, reaching out for Carlotta with her free hand.

Carlotta moves away from the hand, grabs the shadowy figure, and with military precision, slams them against a tree.

"Ow!" the shadowy figure says.

"Will!" Carlotta hisses, letting him go. "You're supposed to be watching Molly!"

"'Toria's got her." Will says. "I came t'find you."

"How much did you drink?" Carlotta asks.

"Bit of wedding beer, stop fussing."

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"Jeezus," he exhales -- one part impressed at Carlotta's skill, the other part relieved that it's just her her husband.

Kate lets out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, relaxing minutely. She keeps her arm where it is.

"Has there been any more trouble here?"

"Yeah, our bed is all cold." Will says. "So I came t'get my lovely bride an carry her over the threshold."

He attempts to scoop Carlotta up at this point, but succeeds only in overbalancing and falling into a holly bush.

Carlotta rolls her eyes and picks him up instead.

"You already did that earlier." She says, carrying him towards the camp.

"We can't have more sex?" Will asks, pouting.

"Shh! We have guests!"

Tommy doesn't mind Kate's arm being where it is, but it's a little unnecessary now that the threat was a false alarm. Who knew Kate had an inner soccer mom?

Raising his eyebrows in amusement at Carlotta and Will's exchange, though he's especially amused when she picks him up, he takes Kate's arm and hooks it through his own before they follow them.

"Hey, it's your wedding night, don't let us stop ya," he says with a low chuckle.

She exhales a laugh, surprised — but unbothered — by the exchange.

And equally surprised when Tommy repositions her arm, hooking it with his.

"Oh, gracious, no. Don't let us stop you. It's a happy occasion."

Her face grows a little warm.

"However, perhaps Tommy an' I should find our way out first."

Will reaches around and squeezes Carlotta's bottom from his new position.

"Will, I'm going to drop you if you're not careful." Carlotta says, depositing him outside her caravan.

"Go warm up the bed, I'll be back in a minute."

She beckons Kate and Tommy to come to the store caravan, where she'd held the bar portal open with a rock.

These kids got some fire to 'em, Tommy thinks to himself with a smirk that's almost nostalgic.

Before they go on, he pauses to have a word with Will before the young man goes inside. "Hey, it was good to meet'cha. Hope everything works out for you -- the both of you. Also," he adds, lowering his voice a little, "try not to depend on-- y'know, the stuff too much, know what I mean? I've done it. And it ain't worth it. There's better ways to cope." He gives a small but knowing motion with his head toward Carlotta, and after clapping Will on the shoulder, he rejoins the women.

"Cheers." Will nods to Tommy.

(Whether he will remember this in the morning remains to be seen, but hopefully some of it will sink in.)

Carlotta gives Kate a hug before she goes back through.

"We'll work things out, I'll see you soon. Tommy, thanks for your help too."

Kate hugs Carlotta back, not with her typical reservations when pressed into physical contact, but with all earnest feeling.

"I've full faith that y'will. Jus' call on me if there's anythin' I can do t'help. I promise I'll stay outta jail next time."

Her lips twist.

"Thank you for everythin'. I had a real good time."

She means it, too. She got to dress up, see a dear friend wed, go dancing, and get in a fight. Granted, Fern wasn't a very engaging opponent, but she'll take what she can get. She's leaving pretty happy about things.

"Oh! My hat."

"No problem, Carlotta -- and hey, we made a pretty good team out there -- with the monkey, too, of course." Credit where credit is due, and Tommy's not about to piss off the monkey.

Stepping back as Kate says her goodbyes, they're about to open the door when she stops.

"Oh, right, I left it with Will, so it must be in Carlotta's caravan." His expression falls a bit. "...And hopefully not the caravan with the dog in it."

A beat, as he eyes Kate.

"I'm sure it's in Carlotta's caravan."

Carlotta is about to go into the caravan, when she spots something on the roof.

It's a parrot. And it appears to be wearing Kate's hat.

She grins, climbs up, and yoinks the hat.

"Squark! Stop starin' at my breasts!" The parrot declares, the last part in something of an American accent.

What is her life?

Now a fine shade of strawberry, Kate gingerly takes the hat from Carlotta, clears her throat, and glances at Tommy from the corner of her eye.

"Y'know, I've never been to a circus before tonight."

She pauses.

And turns to the door.

No need to prolong the devastatingly awkward.

Tommy might also be turning a shade similar to that of his necktie as he sheepishly catches Kate's glance.

He turns to Carlotta one last time.

"Maybe-- maybe there's a way to, uh, like, unteach the parrot to say that? Or something? Uh. Okay. We're just gonna-- go. It was a really, really nice ceremony, and we had a great time, and-- well, apart from the whole-- yeah. Okay. Going now. We'll see ya!"

And he follows Kate through the door.

"Sorry Kate! I'm sure I can unteach her!" Carlotta calls after her.

She feels kind of bad now, doesn't look like Kate had that good a time overall. Better get her some front seat tickets for the show next time.

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