>>10548021“Nasty bruise, mate. I dun’ fink I saw that in the match, did I? How did that happen? And youse might be done with Cass, but I... well, she might not be done with you. Lemme know if you reckon she’ll be anymore trouble.”
>[Sheila indulges more in the ale, and she doesn’t even notice Raquel take her drink.]“If I can be honest wiff ya, startin’ wiff Cass was a big move. I know it wasn’t entoirly yer choice, but -- ah fuck it, the cunts around here are nuts at the best of times, so youse fit roight in here. You’re almost too normal for us, mate. And too nice for me. Nico got screwed out of our --”
>[Sheila catches herself bringing the mood down, and perks up with faux enthusiasm.]“Y’know, mate, I never got the chance ta tell ya. I saw the fans torkin about youse against Farmie from back in the day. I gotta say I agree wiff them, yeah? Youse would definitely beat that chick. And then youse won again tonight. I ain’t here ta shit in ya cereal. Youse are a winner, mate..”
>[As Priscilla tapes out Holly, Sheila has seen enough. She has no interest in Priscilla winning, considering how Sheila feels about Nikki. And Omega -- not a chance.]“Orright, I gotta head off. Ya don’t look up to that drink right now, but I’ll see ya around, yeah? I won’t leave ya hanging this time. I should probably head ovah to las medicas. I reckon me nose is fucken broke. Nikki’s got a heel of a boot on her, nyeh heh heh.“
“Youse should get some rest, mate. Stay off ya leg. Take care a yourself.”
