>>21527257>[Another night, another rant. Seems to be the norm, lately, and the beachside bar is losing business because of it. If Sheila Foster didn't drink enough for a small army by herself, it's likely she'd have been asked to leave by now.]"An' anuvva fing, what's wiff all da fucken blue-oyed blondes? If ya arks me, all-a dem fucken cunts is too sus-pish-us and should be chucked in da fucken bin. Oi dunno if dere's maw-a dem cunts or fucken rangas at dis"--
>[Someone approaches from behind, and Sheila is not interested in another interruption.]"Oi, is youse fucken touched in the head, cunt? How many toims does I gotta fucken"--
>[Wait a tick.]"Oi nah, wait a tick. Fucken Kelsie?!"
>[Sheila jumps up and lifts Kelly up off the ground in a hug, smothering her victorious partner kisses across her neck and cheeks.]"Youse said youse was cummin' back, Oi din't fink youse'd be back so soon. Ya ain't meant ta see me loik dis. Oi was gawna dress up awl pretty loik."
"Fuck moy. Ah well. Ya stuck wiff diss, den. Ya know, love, Oi saw ya whole match. Fucken emo cunts got what dey fucken deserved. Shoulda known youse'd get da win, too. Oi've been replayin' dat shit wiff da hockey stick faw a fucken week now!"
>[Sheila takes the box. Her mood has steadily improved since Kelly's arrival, even if her intoxication level has continued to rise.]"Oi? W-what's dis? Youse din't hafta ack-shally get me nuffin, love. Jus' youse stayin safe was anuff. Youse know how Oi feel about da fucken French. Do ya... should Oi, open it now or lay-tah?"
