Most of the guests have already left, though some chooses to sleep over for the night (they found some decent yoga mats in the old aerobic studio, what a catch!). Bee's about to go home but she can’t find Arny anywhere, so she assumes he’s just drunk-napping somewhere around the facility.

Jenna the new bride and her new husband Mainard are still sitting under the arch they hard-workingly-decorated with plastic flowers. Uh, correction: flowers made of plastic bottles and all sorts of junk they could get their hands on: straws, hairpins, candy wrappers, real colorful stuffs for some plastic waste. Honestly, Bee thinks the arch is the most sentimental thing she’s seen in a while.

Bee approaches Jenna, who’s dressed in… no, not plastic bottles, fortunately. For some reason she and Mainard manage to wear a proper pair of wedding gown and tux. Though, Mainard’s tux is the wrong shade of green and Jenna’s white dress leans more to yellow, but they actually look pretty awesome. It’s as if they’re out of a vintage photoshoot in some kind of an edgy fashion magazine back in the pre-disaster days.

“Bee! Thank you so much for today!” Jenna nearly squeal, “You have no idea how much it means for us! Thank you!” Jenna rises and hugs her, smelling like canned beers and burnt plastic.

Bee can only nod, trapped in Jenna’s eternal hug, “Don’t sweat it. Though, we need to talk about something.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Mainard takes a small metal key out of his chest pocket, “I’ve got your payment. It’s a few blocks down the road, if you don’t mind coming with us to take them.”

“Yeah, sure! But, it’s actually about your bestman…?” Bee steals a quick glance upstairs, where Oily Bestman is still sitting by the boombox. “Does he actually own any generator? Said he has lots of them.” It would be a lie if Bee says she isn’t interested in owning a working generator. Her AA batteries won’t last forever, and without them she won’t be able to do any gigs.

Mainard turns to Jenna, and she smiles. Bee doesn’t like it when people smile over something she doesn’t have any knowledge of. She wants reassurance, not secret smiles.

Jenna whispers, “Kevin? Yeah, yeah he does own generators. And he’s actually the one who’s been setting up most of the generators in our homes in the block,” she can’t seem to stop herself from smiling again which now begins to scare Bee a little bit.

“Okay so he’s not a liar, maybe,” Bee replies, still uneasy.

Jenna quicky adds, ”When he heard that you’re going to DJ for our wedding, he said that you might be the one ‘he’s looking for’, isn’t that adorable?”

“Now that you’re telling me this, that’s downright creepy.”

“I’m not creepy…”

Oily Bestman, a.k.a Kevin, chimes in from his spot upstairs. They can see he’s trying to see them through the gaps of the handrail. “I’m not gonna scam you or anything, promise. Ask Jenna.”

Jenna nods, “He wouldn’t even trap a rat for dinner. He’s no threat, Bee.”

“Maybe Kevin can explain it all to you at dinner?” Mainard tells Bee, but his eyes on Kevin. “You’re coming for dinner, right?”

Kevin nods.

Bee shakes her head. “Nononono. I didn’t agree to any after-party dinners.”

Mainard fishes out his small key once again from his chest pocket. “You sure?” Mainard puts up a confused look, “But what about your payment?”

And thus, Bee is defeated.