>>19381548>[Sheila returns the hushed tone, believe it or not. She's clearly too exhausted to yell.]"Oi, nah, dun be sorry, mate. It was noice ta get out and have some fun, ya know? Been koinda... lonely, since I got back. Fuck me dead, Oi should getta phone. Hails was meant ta -- ah, well, shit. That fell through, nyeh heh heh."
"Oi, no shit? I din't see 'em get dropped off, fought I musta been sleeping. Or, ya know, trying ta in these chairs. They're a fucken byoot. If ya here, ghost: fucken NOICE."
>[Sheila returns the look into Bree's beautiful, uh, brown eyes? They might be green, or red even. Sheila can't tell. But she's kinda staring. God they're so deep and that shirt is so tight -- oh shit, he asked a question. Sheila wants to keep, uh... flirting? Maybe? Naughty. But fuck... it's been a long night.]"Oi'm... orright. Me neck 'n' back's gonna be sore, but -- nyeh heh heh, I've had worse noights. I was wiff me mates once, and Jonno goes, 'Oi, let's walk home'. And we were all fucken off our tits, so we were like, 'Yeah, nah, why not?' and fuck me, twelve hours later I passed out on me front doorstep. Fuck, me mum was so pissed. Me dad fought it was hilarious, nyeh heh heh. That's, loik, a hunnid per cent true, too, if (You) wanna know. Legit."
"How abouts youse two? Dun worry about not makin' it to Eck-stacky. Oi here there's like a fucking space age bar or summin' down town we could go to."
"Oi, nah, and the ghost's legit, toos. Yeah, loik an actual ghost. She's fucken awesome."
