“Who’s up fer Sambucas?” hollered Becky, as the Naughty Nurses jostled their way through the entrance of the next bar.
“Ooh not for me, that stuff makes me puke!” said Sammi, screwing up her face at the thought of it.
“I’ll ‘ave one!” said Gemma. “Nik you’ll ‘ave one won’t ya?”
“Yeah, sod it!"
The girls stumbled into a group of lads who appeared very drunk and boisterous.
“Faaaaaarrrrkin ‘ell!” shouted one of them in a course cockney accent. “Check out the tits on that!”
He ogled at Becky’s chest for a few moments, then cast his eyes around checking out each of the other Naughty Nurses' cleavages. His eyes quickly came back to Becky. “Nice tits love.”
“Yeah, cheers mate!” she hollered back. “Gerrus a drink then!”
“Ain’t got no money love, sorry” he said, lurching towards her to get a closer look at her enormous bazookas. His eyes were out on stalks.
“All you girls look proper hot!” He gawped around the group again, swaying a little. A few of his mates had started talking to the Naughty Nurses and were already trying their luck.
“Looks like yer mates 'ave moved in” said Becky, leaning back a little. She noticed the lad had pretty offensive garlic breath.
“Where ya from love?” he asked, glancing back down at her bazookas.
“Leeds!”
Becky looked around for a way through to the bar whilst trying to avoid his stinky breath.
“Leeds? You don’t support Leeds do ya?” he asked, leaning towards her again, knocking her back with the odour of garlic. “They’re pretty sh*t these days int they!”
“I’m not into football mate” she bellowed. “The only time I’d be interested in football, is if David Beckham walked into the bar!”
She pushed the drunken boy out of her way as she stepped over his feet towards Gemma. She tapped the birthday girl on the shoulder.
“Goin’ to get Sambucas! Keep away from that muppet!” She pointed at the lad she’d just barged. “He bloody reeks of garlic!”
