>>19436321>[Sheila clinks her beer glass -- magically refilled? Shit, apparently -- with Karna's drink.]"Fuck me dead, Oi was wonderin' if Oi had ta take ya by the hand, Spoik! Oi've been 'ere all boody noight, ya know!"
>[Sheila eyes off Karna. Up and down. Then again. Once for business...]"Oi'll tall ya what, Karno. Oi've been back 'ere fah, shit, a month now Oi reckon, and ain't no one wann'ed a piece of moi. Youse dun wanna hold back. Well, Oi reckon I can take it. So if youse wanna smash tits with Auntie fucken Sheila -- you're on!"
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"On throy conditions."
"Numbah one: youse've gotta stick around wiff me until *moy* noight ends, and ya gotta at least troi ta keep up."
"Numbah two."
>[Sheila eyes up the karaoke stage, and turns back to Karna with a cheeky grin.]"Ya gotta sing. And Oi' dun' want no half-assin'! Youse've gotta make me enjoy it!"
"And numbah throy: when we're done, loser boys the first round."
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>>19432230"Or... go and challenge 'er, I guess? Nyeh heh heh."
