>>19368812>>19369067>>19369289>[Prischeila can't see what Nikki and Kelly are up to, but the fact security isn't running upstairs en masse is a good sign. When yet another patron starts giving Prischeila the side-eye, she turns to face them.]"Can I fucken help you?"
>[The music is loud. The drinks have been flowing for everyone. There might be only two not feeling the effects, and the purple haired girls is sat at the other end of the bar.]>"I'm sorry, Miss Divine, we just wanted" --"Divoin? I ain't fucking" --
>[Think, Sheila. One guy buys you a drink. Or they think you're Priscilla, and lots of people buy you drinks. Explain, now. Money can be exchanged for goods and services. And beer. Ooh. Sheila puts on an accent. Uh, you know what I mean. A different accent.]"Wow, thank you, evah-ree-one! I would love to receive your precious brewskies -- um, I mean, a drink from all of my lovely followers! Because I am Priscilla Da-voin, and I love youse all!"
>[The crowd cheers, and Prischeila is struggling to keep up with what she is being handed. Aww, shit, this takes her back. Those wild Sat'dee arvos down at fucken Moosheads. Cheeky run down to Hopscotch and finish at Mile 88. Jesus, she could do this forever.]>>19372725>[A man in an expensive suit pulls out his cell phone and shoots a text message off. It's hard to say who he was contacting, but the scar on his cheek and the gun under his jacket was probably bad news.] 