>>19553546>>19555712"Joisis, Flamy. Youse're looken' like a dog's breakfast, mate. Sorry ta hear 'bout ya eye, but... ah, fuck I always fought that patch made ya such a fucken cutie."
>[Sheila's smile dips, and her eyes lower. Staring deep into the amber windows to Holly's soul.]"Oi bet youse fink yer real clevah, dun ya Hollo? Well Oi'm like a fucken... uh, elephant and elephans nevah fa-get. Dun' fink Oi've fa-gotten youse stealing me grog at Spaggie City last year, right? Not gonna lie, wakin; up in the bar'th was"
>[Holly shakes the bottle -- the same stuff, even -- and Sheila perks right back up again!]"Well fark me dead, Hope-o! Why din' ya say so, mate! Sit that foin arse down and let's get fucken cunted! Oi, nah, Flamo 'n' Oi can show ya how real Aussie's drink, nyeh heh heh."
>>19554262>[Then, enter Ash Romero. Sheila doesn't have a chance to speak before Holly begins. Sheila glances at Amy with raised eyebrows, and downs half a glass of Bundy. Shit could get messy, and Sheila needs her fight juice.] 