>>19696995>>19698698>[Sheila Foster hears the announcement from Nikki and... well, Sheila didn't hear it when they last faced off.]With the aid of Spirit and Nikki Kade, the bottle of rum is quickly gone, and Sheila grabs the first thing she sees from across the bar top. A bottle of gin. Gold flakes inside? Guaranteed absolute piss. But that'll do, pig. That'll do. Speaking of, Spirit is riding the Gaudy Fuckboi like a farm animal of his own breed. FUCK this moment soured. The Aussie feels a small string in her hip, presumably from the broken glass. But that's future Sheila's problem, and right now she's going for a wander. Bottle of gin in hand, she looks to Nikki and Spirit, and briefly makes eye contact with Lonergan. Pathetic worm.
"Oi'll be back, mates. Nevah bovvah'd looken round befaw. Moight as well made da mosta Casso bein' gawn. Keep diss cunt in loin."
>>19710870Across the floor in a far corner, Sheila notices a fire exit door swing shut and a woman in a business suit leave through it. She looks mad. But whatever, not Sheila's problem right now.
Making her way to the grand staircase, Sheila hears the guttural thump of something heavier than the bass-heavy electro that dominates this ground floor, and she heads upstairs. Level two sees rock music blaring at near deafening volumes, a sound that makes Sheila feels far more at home. Taking a hearty swig from her bottle, she heads to the second storey bar.
