>>19696677"Oi've let a lotta shit slide, mate. But youse dun goofed."
Sheila jabs Lonergan squarely in the nose, unloading a knee to the gut as he instinctively covers up. While his hands go low again, Sheila claps the Gaudy Fuckboi's ears, sending him stumbling backwards. He gains control of his senses and lunges into Sheila with a waist lock, but the Australian counters with two vertical elbow strikes to the kidneys. Lonergan clearly has some fighting prowess -- no doubt kept on his toes by Cassie Kade, if unintentionally -- and even in this state he manhandles Sheila to the ground, through the spilled beer and broken glass. Sheila scrambles to get on top, and uses her weight (she's top heavy… heh) to hold Lonergan down.
With an open right hand, she slaps him hard across his left cheek, and as he is stunned into silence and looks back at her, Sheila brings her hand back with a ring-assisted backhands to his right side. Grabbing him by the collar, Sheila scoots backwards and lifts him until they are face to face.
"You wasted me fucken beer."
Sheila headbutts Lonergan clean in the forehead, finishing the job of breaking his nose that her jab earlier started. With this shimmering shitcunt leaking blood, Sheila has no desire to ruin her dress further; this one wasn't "borrowed" from Priscilla, unfortunately. Lonergan is slowly stirring, crawling toward Spirit, one hand on his nose, the other pawing blindly at something to grab to help himself up.
