<strong>Shannon Laine</strong><br/><br/>I kept my hand on English's shoulder as she started to slide off the stool. If she honestly thought that we were that stupid, that we'd fall for the old 'I want to go to the bog' routine, then she was stupider than she looked, a tall order, given her pink jacket.<br/><br/>"What's wrong English? A a couple of drinks and you're done?" I asked, laughing nastily at her. I clicked my fingers at the woman behind the bar and a bottle of Magners was slammed down in front of me and opened. "Drink up, English" I sneered, patting her on the shoulder, leaving more grease marks on her pink jacket. I honestly wondered if she liked cider. Either way, she had just gotten her wish. It was a fair sight stronger than that Budweiser piss a lot of the other gang members drunk. "Or do you react badly to strong drinks too?". I clicked my fingers again and another bottle was put in front of me and opened. I picked it up with my free hand and began to chug it.