>>19177319>[Sheila watches in amazement as the martini glass glides across the bar top. She looks to Colby, then stares at her drink, then the martini glass, then back to her drink. Sheila shrugs. Honestly, not the weirdest thing she's seen on a night tossing back a couple of brewskis.]"Yah, nah, orright, you do you, martini ghost."
>[Sheila gives a hearty toast to the empty corner stool, before downing her pint in three gulps.]"Aww fuck me dead, Spaghetti Town beers. Oi've missed this shit, hey? Anywho, oi, Cobbles, how the absolute fuck ya garn you damn dirty dog bitch?"
