Freya watched Melody and Morgan playing with pants, an eyebrow rising a little at the artist's explanation of the underwear, well, not really malfunction, just plain lack thereof. She put her bottles and cans down on the counter, gave the old guy behind it a wink, "Be right back." Danced back to booze nirvana, snatched up the bottle she had seen her Arty room mate fondling lovingly earlier and danced back to the others. The bill came, she paid it in cash, fishing a hundred out of her jeans pocket and set to double bagging and loading up on purchases.<br/><br/>"So, we have drinkies, we have more chocolate and chips and multi surface cleaner? Okay. Bit kinky there M, but okay." It was likely a laziness thing, yet it seemed that to Freya both her roomates were interchangeably referred to as 'M'. It was the way it was and complaining about it didn't seem to harm her ability to continue in the habit. "Well, I suppose it isn't a party without multi surface cleaner."<br/><br/>On the way out the evil Scots wino made another grab for Melody, this time he was on target. Freya stopped, just out of range, to berate him for his rudeness once more, "Okay, no booze for you for a month. Bad, bad wino."<br/><br/>"A'm no takin' yer gobshite bloody English crap evar time ya ken?" he retorted, slurring his words considerably, "I don't got to put up wi eit. Thas abuse tha' is."<br/><br/>"Abuse is hoofing you so hard in yer bollocks you find yourself chewing on them." Freya pointed out in a conversational tone.<br/><br/>The wino smiled broadly, nodded, "Aye, that would. Yesh right on the money there dahlin'. Gan on, be aboot it. I gots shit tae do. I cannae be sittin' aroon bein' the butt a ye jokes all neight. Much as I enjoy ya sparklin' repartee."<br/><br/>"Wow, I am amazed you managed to use the repartee in a sentence." Freya took a step back smiling despite herself.<br/><br/>"Ah fuck yeshelf. I wasn't always this ya ken? An fer the record, ya wee lassie there has a bum like a bag a spanners, no meat on er bones. Feed her summit fore she keels oer."<br/><br/>Freya nodded, turning to study Melody's backside, turning back she gave the old man a wave, and a dollar bill, before turning to head off after her friends.<br/><br/>"Ah, yer alright you is. Unlike most a em. Most cannae tak' a joke. Bastards." Now the floodgate of words was broken open the night was rent with more slurred drunken Scots as the girls once more crossed the road away from and without the lights and headed back to the halls, prizes of booze, snacks, fruit and cleaning products in hands.