>>19552798>>19552843>[Karna was clearly upset, but Sheila knows not to press her luck.]After a bit more celebrating she heads backstage. A very brief nod to a few friendly faces is enough, and Sheila needs something cold for her aching body -- no, not an ice pack. She needs a couple of beers. She heads downtown to a bar -- some sort of Mediterranean name or something, and gets herself a seat in the corner. It's a smooth sort of night until two familiar faces waltz in, Holly Hope-Again and Amy Flame, swagger all but radiating from them. Familiar faces in separate terms, Sheila notes. A surprise to be seen together. But some weird couples have formed in recent times, and -- well, let's get into that.
Then of course the fight breaks out. This isn't Sheila's first rodeo, but it is clearly not Holly's or Amy's either. Sheila knows to let them handle it, but she's ready to step in if need be. Not that her body is in any mood to keep fighting now. The youngsters dispatch the group of trolls easily enough. Holly even does, like, some jumping leg something. Sheila wonders if she is concussed. The beer says she's not. As silence fills the bar and Amy slides something to the man at the counter, Sheila can't help but whistle loudly.
"Well. Fark. Moy. Dead. Look at youse two cunts go. Ya love ta sees it, that the yoof 'round 'ere can still kick names and take arse. Oi give ya a ten fah style, Hopestah. And Flamo, ya single leg was toight. So what brings a cuppla bars loik youse inta a good girl like this?"
