>>10487748>>10487792>>10487854>>10487959>>10488014>>10488111>[As the four of Nikki, Sapphire, Amy and Colby leave, Sheila gives them a half wave before returning to her drink -- number 23, if she's not mistaken. The alcohol now rapidly catching up with her, she can't help but muse about her current situation.]Alone in the pub, again. No Angels or Stars to stick with. Those kids don't know how good they have it. God I hope they stick together. Beera's gone. Oh, Beera. What has become of her? And I'm on a beach and Duna didn't even stop by. I always come on too strong. Fuck me. Hails is probably out doing something nuts with Missy. Missy probably gonna raise the dead or something. Jesus H Christ what a pair they make.
And fucken Spaghetti Town. It's more of a city, anyway. And so much pasta. So many carbs. My brother'd kill me if he knew I got to just gorge myself on pasta every day. Reminds me of those fucken wogs back home.
Ah shit, look at those cunts. Some double denim ranga and a dude with a sick mullet. What a couple they make. At least they're happy. Good on 'em.
>[Sheila returns to her drink, when she is tapped on the shoulder by none other than Hailey Britannia. Sheila starts out strong, but slowly slips into a poor British accent]:Aww, fuck me dead, Hails. Fancy seeing youse here. I was just enjoying a quiet evening partake of the finest beverages.
