Sophie and Sian 20th September 2010
Sian: have you scraped those properly because last time I had great dollaps of food stuck to it
Mickey: alright sorry mate, you look proper fed up Sian, listen a few of us are going to go and see a bit of comedy tonight, why don’t you come with?
Sian: I’m skint
Mickey: you’re always skint, here you are in sunny Sheffield and all you ever see is inside this crappy place
Sian: yes tell me about it…what’s up? Soph don’t cry
Sophie: we’ve been chucked out of our room
Sian: no, how come?
Mickey: bet you’ve been taking fellows back haven’t you
Sian: as if
Sophie: Sian we’re a week behind with the rent
Sian: I don’t suppose she gave you the deposit back did she?
Sophie: what do you think?
Sian: well this is a nightmare, so we’ve got no room and no money, what we going to do now?
Mickey: there you go
Sian: cheers thanks
Mickey: I got it out the bin, hope you don’t mind, it’ll be fine, I ran a damp tea towel over it
Sian: Mickey, stop winding her up
Sophie: god you’re hysterical you
Mickey: it has been said, ah don’t stress about finding somewhere you can crash at mine?
Sian: really?
Mickey: it’s a bit rough round the edges but
Sian: so beggers can’t be choosers
Mickey: you’ll have to sleep on the floor
Sian: that all right with us isn’t Soph
Mickey: if you’re interested give me a shout
Sian: thank you…Sophie
Sophie: yeah well I don’t care Sian we hardly know him, what if he’s some kind of perv or something
Sian: he’s alright and anyway it’s not like he’s living on his own, there’s ten other students
Sophie: I suppose there’s safety in numbers
Sian: exactly and it’s only going to be for a night or two, yeah…yes
Rita: hello Kevin, love any news?
Kevin: no the police have no new leads
Norris: you want to get it on cimewatch
Kevin: not been a crime though has there, they’ve only ran away
Rita: Sophie’s a sensible girl I’m sure she’ll be alright, thanks love
Kevin: see you
Rita: bye
Sian: when you said it wasn’t five star luxury, I didn’t…
Mickey: I wasn’t kidding…Craig leaves his keys every time he gets trashed
Sophie: and does Craig get trashed a lot
Gabby: only every night
Mickey: Gabby, lets just say we’re not on our landlords Christmas card list, bathroom through there, kitchen this way…Daddy’s home
Craig: one bowl of sugar puffs all day
Mickey: Craig, Sophie, Sian
Sophie and Sian: hi
Craig: hi
Mickey: go on son, weave your magic
Craig: ah nice one
Sophie: is that?
Mickey: from work? Past it’s sell by
Sophie: and what if the boss finds out?
Mickey: she won’t
Craig: the boss should pay him a proper wage
Sian: yeah and me
Sophie: yeah but
Mickey: It’s not robbing Soph, not really
Sian: it’s recycling
Mickey: exactly, recycling in a throw away world, I’ll er put them in the west wing Craig
Mickey: sorry about the bed
Sian: let me guess did Craig break it trampolining
Mickey: gabby actually, trampolining for two, if you catch my drift
Sophie: nice
Sian: we’ll be fine with this lot on the floor thank you because we’ve got a sleeping bag anyway
Mickey: ah cool, come through to the lounge when you’re ready, couple of beers before we head out
Sian: great thank you…will you crack a smile he didn’t have to put us up
Sophie: I don’t like it
Sian: and I do
Sophie: come on Sian the whole place stinks of weed, I’m sure that Craig guy was skinning up as we walked past the lounge
Sian: it’s there house and they can do what they want when they’re paying rent because we’re not
Sophie: I just
Sian: Soph don’t
Sophie: be honest was home worst than this
Sian: er, yes
Sophie: be honest
Sian: alright well I had a bed at home
Sophie: yeah a bed, hot water, a bath without a flaming tree growing in the middle of it
Sian: er, but I didn’t have you did I? and I never will if I go back now because my dad will have me under house arrest until I’m old enough to get my pension, we might not like everything they do but they are not forcing us to join in
Sophie: yeah well what if he asks you to steal of off Mrs Griffiths
Sian: um he's not Fagin, and it’s probably just blag to impress us because he calls a living room a lounge and he’s probably got a grade 8 in piano and his parents probably live in Surrey
Sophie: he’s probably got a sister with a pony called toots
Sian: toots? What are you on?
Sophie: I don’t know it’s all this passive smoking, it’s going to my head
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