>>19352679>[Without taking her eyes off the ground, Sheila replies to this bodiless voice.]"Oh, Oi'm an angel, love, but dere ain't nuffin' Davoin about me. Definitely dun' live in a palace loik this one. In fact, Oim' mor likely ta" --
>[But raising her gaze, Sheila looks over this tall, dark and handsome drink of Bundy and she knows exactly who she is.]"...Fuck. ...Me ...Dead."
"Jesis Chroist, look at youse. Youse must be one-a them strippers for Nicker's berfday? Oi reckon ya got some good shit in that box, mate. Nyeh heh heh. Buch a bloody horndogs in" --
>['Jefferson.']"Wait, wot? Cobbles? Ya Sistah? No fucken shit, mate!"
>[Sheila walks forward, hand extended.]"Me name's Sheila, mate. Sheila fucken Foster. Ya Sistah and her fee-on-say are two-a me favourite chicks in this town! And Nickers, of course. Oi, mate, lemme give ya a hand with that, yeah? Inna'com's over there, but the cunt on the other end is a real... uh, cunt?"