>>19381673>>19381743>[Sheila stares down Gustavo without flinching, before turning back to Priscilla, the initial rage of meeting this woman for the first time subsiding. Sheila's head gets more level. She's sober, apparently. Fuck, she needs a drink.]"I dare you to try, love. You'd be lucky yer already inna hospital. All the other cunts around here might be scared of ya. And youse mighta fooled these kids. But Oi'm not scared, and I ain't buyin' ya bullshit. I smell-a beer? Gee, maybe 'cause I was at the club with Nickers because none of you lot wanted ta cella-brate her berfday. This ain't about being a babysitter, it's about treatin' 'em loik more than investments and playthings and soldiers in some fucken war with your cousin and her piece of shit fucken sister. Nah, fuck this and fuck you."
>[Sheila sighs.]"Fuck. Nickers, if ya wanna chat, Oi'm always here ta have a yarn. Cobbles, youse an' Flamo are orright. And Martini Ghost, if ya even here... fuck, I dunno. Take it easy, I guess?"
>[Piercing blue eyes, on either side, stare unblinking. Long blonde hair, on either side, tussled from sudden activity.]"If yer so sure youse can get even one hold on me, prove it. I know yer busy fucking, but when yer ready for a real woman, I ain't hard ta foind. But ya won't, will ya? 'Cause challengin' Dojo kids is more your thing."
