>>20074178>>20088047>[As Kelly DiVanna stands up to Colby, the size difference is obvious.]With an almost imperceptible squeeze of Kelly's hand, Sheila stops drinking momentarily and stands up straight, just to let Colby know she's still here. There is less of a difference between Colby and Sheila, if at all, and were they do... but the situation doesn't escalate. Kelly grabs a little horse-doover thing, and takes a bite. Time seems to stand still as she offers Sheila a taste. Her lips look so good in black lipstick (a bold choice for a pool party, but so far no issues there... none at all...) and Sheila begins to lean forward again... before grabbing what's left out of Kelly's hand, and shoving it into her mouth.
"Fuck me dead, these cunts are fucken top notch! Oi ain't nevvah had fewd qouite this fucken fancy befaw. Cobbles, ya troyed this shit? Well done, Kels. Ya full of sah-proy-sez!"
>>20074342"(Oi, be noice ta Ar-kar-no, yeah? She's a good egg. Youse muss' know what it was loik ta be new 'ere. Ba-soids, of course she's lookin' at ya, Kels. Fahr out, mate.)"
>>20074275"Oi? Onigizzo. Yeah, Karno and the Martoini Ghost. Bofe tuff fucken foights, Oi tell ya. Still ortah catch up wiff Karno, ack-shally. Pah-ty at youses place? Oi'm fucken in! Ah, ya kno what, we bofe is, ain't we Kels? Omega? Ah, she's a rascal, in't she? Nyeh heh heh. Ya lucky ta have her, Oi reckon. Yeah nah, dun let me keep ya, love. Go make some magic!"
"Milfo, youse and Warhorse? Oi mean... fark, Oi'd prob'ly do the same, just for shits 'n' gigs. Youse is mad, mate. And then Colbo, too, huh? Orl-though... youse wanna face da free-a Warhorse. Dere's at least two paht-ners here roight now... juss sayin'. (And Oi, trust me, love, it fits fucken shmick.) Take it easy, mate. Orlways noice ta see ya."
"How are you doin', Kels? Not too bad, yeah? Oi, Cobbles is getting' pissed. We can roil her up, or maybe go fah a swim?"