Norman and Beatrice have their first row

While Beatrice was with Penelope and Bertram and the young Pipistrell Players Norman had been busy hunting Vyella down to ask her what the flower was she had put in his test-tube for remedy making. His instinct had been correct and she was propping up the bar Mad Maud's (the batbar where bats went to relax, have a drink and listen to the occasional solo artist. Beatrice had sung here a couple of times, she was a talented singer (soprano pipistrelle) and loved the batblues). Vyella was giggling and futtering her batlashes at a visiting bat that Norman had never seen before. "Hello Vyella, I have come to apologise" said Norman, "I was a bit rough on you" he said. "Go away Norman, I am busy" said Vyella. "Yesss go away" said the bat with a distinct Italian accent, that Vyella was talking to, his words were slurred and he looked worse for wear. "I just want to talk to you for a minute Vyella, then I will leave you to it" said Norman. Vyella, had been getting a bit bored with Vic who was visiting from Verona and all he talked about was wine this, wine that, grape this, soil that, Amerona this and Chianti Classico that, and although she had pretended to be interested she was actually very glad for the interruption. "Okay, excuse me Vic" she said and her and Norman sat down in a quiet corner.
Meanwhile Penelope had extricated Bertram from his tights, Neil the young bat dressed up as an acorn had practised his part falling out of Derek who was playing the oak tree and Beatrice had told Penelope the story so far. Beatrice was also pretty miffed that Norman had not come back to the lake to help her out of her rubber ring and felt very abandoned indeed.
Penelope listened carefully and said "look Beatrice, you can't take Vyella's word for it, Norman doesn't strike me as the type and besides he has had the hots for you for months, he was moping around and all over the place until you two got together, go and find him and talk to him". Beatrice knew she was right and flew off in search of Norman. Bertram in the meanwhile had been reading Penelope's script for her new play. "Look here sweetheart, how about we go and practise scene three in private" he said with a glint in his eye. "Besides, I need something soothing rubbed on my...." "Alright, Alright Bertam, I get the picture" Penelope interrupted, bring those icecubes from the freezer and the bowl of Strawberries" she said.....
Beatrice flew to Norman's batbooth, no sign of him there, she flew to the lake to see if he had gone back there, she flew to his roost, then her roost, then the bat library in case he was looking up an ingredient for his remedies, he was nowhere to be found. "hello Beatrice" said Tom, one of the older bats who spent his time watching the world go by and a member of the Neighbourhood Batwatch Scheme. "hello Tom, you don't happen to know where Norman is do you?" she said. "Yes Bea, he is in the bar talking to Vyella, I didn't realise that you and he had split up" he said. Beatrice could barely speak, she was clogged up now in her batthroat and about to burst into tears. Without a reply she flew into the bar to take a look for herself and sure enough there was Vyella with her batwing draped over Normans thigh and they were deep in conversation. Without stopping to think she went to the bar and ordered a pint of 'message in a bottle', she watched as the glowing fluid filled the glass, picked it up, went over to Norman and without a word tipped the lot over his head. Some of it splashed on Vyella. "You two-timing dick, you shit, what kind of bat are you!? she shouted and with that she turned on her heels and left. Norman was stunned and in shock, he had been discussing the flora and fauna of Venezuela with Vyella when suddenly he was covered in ice cold beer. As he tried to stand up he slipped on his batbum on the tiled floor of Mad Maud's, Vyella tried to steady him and landed on top of him, Pete Pipistrell who had seen what was happening shouted "it serves you right". By this time Vyella Vampire had got one of her fangs caught in Norman's leg, which looked dangerously close to his netherregions. Maud (who came from good irish stock came out from the bar and said "get out, begorrah, you are disgusting, I won't have any of those shinanigans goin on in my bar, " and with a broom in her hand she chased Norman and Vyella out of the bar, to the claps and cheers of the customers, who for the most part didn't have a clue as to what was going on but it brought some excitement and interest to the day..