>>19382301>[Sheila feels a slight chill and hears the words whispered, and she can't help but wear a cheeky grin, at least momentarily. Feels good to have some support here, even if it is from a ghost.]>>19384016>>19385374>>19381743>[As Priscilla leaves with Gustavo in tow, and Nikki gets up to leave just a few minutes later, Sheila goes to sit on the bed, letting out a heavy sigh. She fucked up, pretty bad. That slap was a bad idea, but it happened in a moment of... shit, she doesn’t know. Overprotectiveness? Either way, Nikki made herself clear and Sheila is out of her depth with this shit. What happened to just chucking back brewskies with your mates? She just wanted Nikki to be safe, and if she hadn't had that feeling when they left the club... fuck.]"Shit, Cobbles. I dun even who whoy I did that. Fucken Nikki. Fucken Prickles. And I dun even know who that other cunt was, but fuck him too. I just wann'ed ta cella-brate her befrday, ya know? Didn't even get me own tits wet, I was looken aftah her."
>[Sheila sighs heavily once more.]"And Broy, shit. Oi'd love ta say I ain't ussh-ally loik this, but... nyeh heh heh. Can't teach an old dog new positions, as they say. Might be worth a try though."
"But nah, shit, happy hour somewhere, innit? And Cobbles, youse've got a match comin'. And Oi needs ta get outta this fucken dress. Crushing me tits all fucken noight. Legit, ain't nuffin loik a ten dollah Big W tee."
>>19382395>[Outside, Sheila extends a hand to Amy, noticing the picture on the wall nearby.]"Come on, mate. Youse've got a match ta win. Or some other chick ta mess up, at least. I dunno. Solah's orright, mate, but she's no Flamo. Dun' forget that."
