>>21509923(Lola Hernandez)
>[Lola takes Sheila’s drink, and Sheila is stunned. When she finally speaks, her voice is soft.]“Lola, look. Oi...”
>[Or not.]“... dun give a floyin’ fuck how youse is feelin’. Who the cunt do youse fink youse is ta wark up ta someone – anyone – and grab the fucken drink from dere hand? Do Oi look like Oi’m in the mood ta deal wiff youse whiny, ‘boo hoo nobody loiks me’ bullshit roight now? How about all youse Deffcunts figgah yer own shit out instead-a ruinin’ moy fucken week, moy fucken toitle run, and now moy fucken night.”
“Youse wanna match do ya? Wiff me? No. Dat train has left da fucken stay-shun, mate.”
“How’s about ya go arks Fea Fority loik ev’ryone else. How’s about ya go to ya absolute piece a shit leader Kanko and find out whose fucken arsehole she’s tonguin’ clean ta get herself a preemo event tagger whoil Oi, da champ – YOUSE FUCKEN TAG TEAM CHAMP – is stuck on the fucken beach back here torking to fucken youse. Oi could be free knuckles deep in me girlfriend roight now, an instead Oi’m rapidly soberin’ up because some spastic fucken cunt came and took me fucken drink outta me fucken hand.”
“Lola, mate. Put my drink back on the table *right now*, and then get the fuck out of my sight.”
“Oi ain’t gawna arks again.”
