>>20546472>>20572519>[Sheila watches as Kelly O sizes up Kelly D, who is waiting with her arm outstretched.]Just as Sheila is about to tell her old friend to be polite to her new one, from nowhere and like something out of a list of plausible excuses for two people not to interact for some reason, a mob of drunkards swarm the trio. Bodies are moving in a sea of alcohol and chants, and Sheila feels herself being dragged away, losing her shoes in the process. She is soon knocked to the ground, and takes refuge under a table, waiting for what feels like thousands of legs to move past. Poking her head out from one side, she goes to stand up, to try and find Kelly -- either of them, really -- again, but --
CLONK.
"Aww, fuck moy dead..."
Without the titanium strength protection of her straw sunhat, the bottom edge of the table finds its mark, and Sheila is knocked out cold. As the lights go off in her head, she sighs. Another near miss between her and Kelly DiVanna, like two roos in the outback. But who knows, maybe one day she’d find Kelly again... God she hopes so.
