>>21265510"Oi din't mean Oi dun loik Kazoo. Nah, she seems orright enuff, when she's on da piss or da powdah. She was too fucken sirry-us fah me in da cage. Oi guess dat's what foighting ya senpai'ly is loik but, ay? Shit, maybe youse know dat orready. Oi guess we bofe does, nyeh heh heh."
Sheila is slightly embarrassed to be taken by the hand in front of everyone, but at the same time it's kind of empowering. She and Kelly are team, in and out of the ring. And while there's something so different about wearing a bikini (or crop top, or lace up pants, or a too-fucken-toight-riding-up-me-clunge leotard) in a wrestling ring, doing it in public like this was not a bad thing. Hell, more eyes on the, nyeh heh heh, 'products' is always a good thing.
Approaching the bar, the signature ranga locks of the Kade Klan -- Sheila makes a mental note to herself not to call them that in person -- and the classic bikini stylings of Duna come into view through a mass of people. And also, another?
"Oi, is dat Kazoo? Fuck moy, her hair grows quick. An' we ain't met eye-vah, but da big cunt must be Lexo. Yeah, good oy-dee-ah ta stay away for a tick, ay? Dey look koinda angry. Moight wanna start wiff summin small, ey? In case we's need ta step in."
The bartender approaches.
"Oi, Barman Jones, faw pints and two tequila shots, mate. An' summin' extra fruity and sugary. Summin blue, if ya got anyfink blue."
Sheila turns back to Kelly.
"So what's the deal wiff Lexo and Kazoo? Oi ain't met noy-vah propah. Is Lexo cool wiff me takin' 'er spot? Reckon Oy'll loik her maw or less dan Casso? Nyeh heh heh."
>[The pair are then approached by another girl.]"Ay? Rookie..? What the fuck is youse -- aww, fuck moy! Da Cup! Yeah, nah, Oi getcha, love. Ah, well yeah, dat's me. Sheila fucken Fostah."
>[Sheila does a slight curtsey.]"An dat's Kelsie. So what's crackin, mate? Inna-dooce ya self. What's ya stoyle? Get me up ta spoid."
