Exterior, outside the gates of the Sunset House, late at night.

Suggested sound effects: distant crowd noise

Sister.

Brother, is this the place? House of Sunset ...... What a strange name, why is it called that, do you know?

Brother.

You try not to sound too constricted and out of breath, ‘Probably because at sunset all the buildings are gilded, and buildings that look mediocre during the day can be magnificent. And of course there's the benefit of the blurred light, looking at anyone who's a pretty girl and bloke, I guess.’ As soon as you've finished speaking, you can't help but dumbfound yourself at the clumsiness of your improvised excuse.

Sister

You are looking at you with a suspicious face: ‘Really? Why does it sound so much like you're lying to a child.’

Brother.

‘No, of course it's true, when have I ever lied to you since you were a kid!’ You raise your pitch so you can sound a little more believable, but sadly, it sounds even more suspicious.

Sister.

‘By the way, are you a regular here?’

Brother.

‘Who did you hear that from!’ You suddenly turned red and instantly raised your voice, as if you had suffered the world's greatest injustice, ‘Which one of you loves to chew on people behind their backs, specialising in discrediting me, I'm going to pull out his tongue and feed it to the dogs! Sister, you must not gullibly trust that group of mouth-breathing villains and ruin our family's image.’

Sister: ‘Okay, then I'll reluctantly trust you one more time.’ As we were talking, your dear sister in law of the bride had already lifted her skirt and was impatiently preparing to go in.

Brother.

‘Well ...... But are you really going in? Are we ...... Are we really going in?’

Sister.

‘Sure. Follow me, or you go back alone with those drunks until dawn.’