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[idkmybffsean]

 [The comm clicks on to an angry woman's voice. She's really not in a  good mood.]

Fock this boat. I want off. I've had enough o'this shite.

[There's a small pause while she takes a sip of her drink and lights a cigarette.]

Oh! And brother, would it kill you to come see me? I'm at the O2 Bar. We need to talk.

[Funny that. The woman is Irish. She clicks

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[text]

[mutedevents]

[Oh hai there familiar user ID.]

Joe, mate, what's the matter?

[And Jael also believes he has always been a male, excellent.]

[audio]

[idkmybffsean]

Jael? What isn't the matter. I've had enough of this tugboat.

[And she's drinking to fix this.]

[audio] /forgot coding, gg self

[mutedevents]

Yeah, it's me. Call me Jay, though. Jael's a girl's name. Don't know why my parents thought it was a good idea.

Who doesn't? I miss my kids like crazy, love.

[audio]

[idkmybffsean]

Right. Jay.

I keep forgettin' you have kids. Y'seem too young to have the little 'uns.

[idkmybffjoe]

[Sean has been at the bar for quite some time now, drowning his worries in frothy ice-cold beer and avoiding the craziness that's on the boat. He peeks out from under an elbow at the new and... damned familiar voice, head on the counter. Then he snerks.]

Ye got a no-good brother, too? He gone nuts? Everybody else is off of it. Fuckin' out of this world. But you? Yer gorgeous. Wassername?

[idkmybffsean]

[Joe gives Sean a blank look. Her monotone is amazing.]

You were dropped on yer head as a baby weren't you.

[She sips from her drink and frowns at him over the glass.]

Aye, my brother's a retard.

[idkmybffjoe]

A hostile, eh?

[Sean pushes the neck of his beer, letting it balance precariously while he considers the harpy sitting next to him. He recalls the deluge of network complaints and the contents announcing a suspicious alteration of genitalia.

He may be drunk but the facts can still penetrate his skull. Sean groans and lets his face roll back into the darkness between his arms. The barcounter is blessedly cool.]

My brother turned into a fockin' harpy.

[idkmybffsean]

[She watches him, smiling to herself as the cogs slowly turn and he works out just what the hell is going on. The smile vanishes when he refers to her as brother.]

Uh. No. Yer sister has always been a harpy, thanks very much.

[Joe crosses her legs and arches an eyebrow.]

Really, Seany. How much've you had to drink?

[chopshopgoddess]

....

No.

[idkmybffsean]

...

What?

[chopshopgoddess]

[Oops. It was on? Crap.]

Nothin'. Talking to the cat.

Hey listen, you notice anything funny going on? [LIKE, BEING THE OPPOSITE SEX?]

[idkmybffsean]

Right. Sure you are.

[Listen to that skepticism.]

Em, my brother is slightly more perverted than usual and I'm still stuck on this fockin' boat? There are people saying strange things all over th'comm and yesterday I swear to God I was a ten year old boy.

Is that funny enough?

[Stressed? Jo? Naaaaahh.]

could not resist.

[eventfuldead]

[Cecil recognizes that accent.]

Joe...y?

8D

[idkmybffsean]

Aye. What of it.

[eventfuldead]

It's Cecil. Your brother showed up I take it?

[idkmybffsean]

Cess? Sorry I... didn't recognize ya. Y'sound different.

Sean turned up. Perverted bastard.

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[immaprettygirl]

I'm sure ya' have.

[Audio]

[idkmybffsean]

Y'got anythin' useful to say or is that it?

[Audio]

[immaprettygirl]

Nope, nothin' at all. Just checkin' how yer doin' after all that shit.

I mean, we are chums. [Guess who is feeling extra bitchy today.]

[Audio]

[idkmybffsean]

You, love, are a bitch.

Get off my channel.