>>19658373>>19660949>[For the second time in as many months, Sheila Foster waltzes into Club Xtacy without even the slightest resistance from the bouncers or security.]Nikki jumps the bar and Sheila prepares herself to drag the redhead off of him, but her worries are for nought as she uses her reputation to take control. Spirit seems to enjoy the show, and lets Nikki know... in her own kind of way. Sheila worries these youngsters won't want her hanging around, but Spirit pats the bar stool, and a slight flutter goes through Sheila's chest.
"Aww fuck me dead, Martini. Oi fah-get youse is a true blue Aussie sometimes. Now I dunno if a ghost can even get drunk. But we's about ta foind out, nyeh heh heh. Oi, barwench! Moi and me lovely lady'll take two shots of ya cheapest 'n' most disgustin' fucken rum awellasa cuppla beers. And Oi'll tell ya what, why dun ya get a drink fah yaself, luv. Ya been worken hard back there."
"So, uh, I dun even really wanna arks. But, ah, where is Casso?"
