>>10554577>[Finally, there it is. Apparently it’s hard to remember where a rinky dink pub is when you’ve probably got a concussion. Sheila heads inside, and goes to the bar:]“G’day, Barman Jones. What’s with this music? Fucken emo night, ‘sit? Nyeh heh heh, I’m just pullin’ ya leg mate. Nah, nah, I shouldn’t, already had a bit tonight. Doctor said I should tone it back. Maybe just a beer. And a whiskey shot to calm me nerves. And some rum as a chaser. And Baileys as a dessert. Sweet. Yeah might as well double it. I’ll grab a tab” --
>[Sheila spots someone and turns back to the bar.]“Oi, I’ll be over there, with me mate. Yeah, I can pick up her drinks tonight. Left her card? Nah, charge ‘em back. I’ll take care of ‘er.”
>[Sheila pulls up a stool at a table in the corner, though her buddy doesn’t glance up with much enthusiasm.]“Well shit, g’day. Youse are wearin' me favourite colour, but ya still look a little blue.”
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