>>19721868>[Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Sheila Foster turns, expecting Nikki, or at least Spirit, but is somewhat surprised to see Kelly DiVanna instead. The thought crosses Sheila's mind that she should be worried but... this doesn't feel like that kind of situation. Famous last thoughts, maybe.]"Ah, fucken g'day Kels. Or, ah, Kels numbah two, if ya dun moind. Oi, me as Prisso? Aww right, yeah. Saw frew dat, hey? Nyeh heh heh. Oi guess if anyone would, it woulda been youse. But nah, no 'Prischeila' fah me tan-noight, love. Just Auntie Sheels, as a cuppla-cunts used ta corl me."
>[Sheila's Black Velvet arrives... and she tops it up with gold-flecked gin. This gin is genuinely garbage. Not worth stealing from the Bottle-O, but Sheilas drinks it anyway.]"Am-bah-lances... oi, yeah, roight. That whole fing. Eh, lemme tell ya, mate, dat noight din't go how I fought it might, ee-vah. 'Cause I fought Nicko was... ya know, I dun ack-shally know if we is friends, tee-bee-haitch wiff ya. Defs not if she still wants ta hurt ya. But she's got Martoini Ghost down there, and Flamo and Cobbles if she wants any uvvah sorta action. But at the hospie I really fought she mighta -- ah fuck me dead, here I is spillin' me guts ta the last cunt that cares about how I feel about Prisso."
"Look, Oi ain't got no love fah Cassie fucken Kade. But I ain't got no hate fah youse, love. We bofe did the whole 'Japan' fing fah a whoile there. Shit, maybe Oi even respect ya. Some-a these kids dunno how fucken hard it was ovah the-ah."
"Nah, fuck off, dun fank me, cunt. I ain't bettah dan no one, just here ta get me tits wet. Oi'm juss glad yer aww-right."
>[Sheila rustles Kelly's hair, intentionally messing it up slightly, and grins when DiVanna recoils.]"Oi would say dat's two fah flinchin', but nah, yer all good mate. Oi, youse choose the music? Fucken noice. Bettah than that electronic shit downstairs."
>[Sheila offers Kelly her bottle.] 