>>20115810>[As Kelly DiVanna sprints off towards the pool, Sheila hangs back momentarily.]"Oi, Cobbles, fanks fah bein' do cool wiff Kels, yeah? Oi ain't dumb, ya know. Oi know she's koinda... ya know, loik the cunts she hangs 'round wiff. But she's noice. Ya dun' haff ta loik 'er, but giv'er a chance, yeah? And oi, fah serious, Oi'll get ya home, roight? Youse gotta take care a ya-self, too. Awl diss drinkin' ain't good faw yah."
Sheila gives Colby a playful smack on the butt and turns to continue her time with Kelly. Chugging the beer as best she can, spilling much of it over herself, Sheila flings her hat off to the side and chases after this surprising new friend. Placing her glass down safely as she can without breaking stride, Sheila jumps into the pool nearest to Kelly DiVanna and --
Woah. It's like a whole new world under here. A new, fantastic point of view. No one to say Sheila's only dreaming. A dazzling place, she never knew. What was once a pool has transformed into a magical gateway to a tropical paradise. It's like she's back in Austr-- what a tick. Didn't Martini Ghost talk about teleporting and shit? No way, Sheila Foster doesn't fuck with magic, and she bursts out of the water, looking around to make sure she's still in the penthouse. Looking down through the water, it's just a regular pool. Black marble, green bikini.
Not today, Ghost. Not today.
It looks like Kelly beat her to the pool. Sheila looks over and offers a cheeky grin.
"Oi guess Oi'm boyin' ya a drink, then?"