https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/19617121/#q19668144https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/19617121/#q19668245>[Sheila shots the rum -- if that's indeed what it is. Fucking hell, this tastes worse than Fosters.]"Fark. Moy. Dead. This shit's fucken -- yeah! That's wart Oi was gunna say, Ghostie! Aww, Joisus fucken Christ, not this cunt again."
>[Sheila grabs the beer Nikki poured her -- a lot of head, Sheila can't help but notice. Maybe Nikki's not a natural there. Or shit, maybe she it? Nyeh heh heh. But still, beer in hand, she extends the other towards this Gaudy Fuckboi, pausing his charge like a matador.]"Orright, nah, hang on. Fucken stop a second, cunt. Foirtsly, fuck me dead, what are ya wearin'? Ya steal Casso's cloves? Fuck. But oi nah, fink this through, mate. Last toim ya troid ta put ya hands me ya ended up with fishes up ya arse in a dingy pond. Now there ain't no ponds 'round 'ere, and Oi've got more backup than that meek cunt Solo this toim. I dun reckon youse can floy, so best not stay away from da windows, yeah? Ya sure ya wanna do this?"
>[Sheila starts drinking her beer, maintaining eye contact with Liam fucken Longergan, not stopping her gulps until he sys a word.] 