>>19845372>"Tch. But that does remind me, I wanted to talk to Sola. You know her, yeah? Have you even got a phone? I thought the fucking bong was getting you one. Whatever. Well, I'm not done with Colby yet. She wanted the 'Full Omega' so I'll tear her to pieces in front of the world the next chance I -- ah, shit. I am the bad guy, aren't I?">[Sheila chuckles, and takes a long drink, and -- believe it or not -- hesitates.]"Hey, uh, Oi, I ack-shally wann'ed ta tell ya summin. Oi had a chance ta tork to da uvvah Kels. Uh, DiVanna. Prisso's cuz. She's... koinda noice, and not loik Prisso, or Cassie fucken Kade. I dunno. I loiked torking ta her. Reminded me... well, ya know."
>[Omega is taken by surprise, but her new approach of thinking before she speaks has worked wonders; no need to stop it now.]>"Oh... that's... good? Unexpected, but good. Well, maybe not totally unexpected, heh. I've never actually met her. And outside of that fucking mess of a Chamber, Priscilla either. So I've got nothing to add. But look, I know the people she hangs out with, and you sure as fuck do, too. And that Club is shady as fuck. So be careful, please. You know, just especially after everything... promise me you'll take care of yourself. Or I will for you. I mean, Sheils, you're wearing it again. Don't think I haven't noticed.""Oi know ya have, Kels. Ya orl-ways did have a keen oy for dis stuff. But nah, look, keeps the horndog guys offa me, at loist. Noice ta remembah da good toims, anyway."
>"That's really great, Sheila.""Fuck off, Kels. But... yeah."
>[The two drink in silence for a few more minutes, before Sheila's eyes are drawn to something on the bach.]"Oi, lookit. On the sand. Cunt's fucken cooked! Fuck me dead, least the ennah-tainment round-ere never stops. Dun lookit me loik that, Oi won't let nuffin happen."
