<strong>Shannon Laine</strong><br/><br/>I smirked as English managed to stumble her way through a sentence. She was making a true fuck up of it. "You're sure it would be what, English?" I said, putting my gloved hand on her jacket. I really didn't like her. Everything about her screamed that she was a stuck up cow. I may have known her name, but to me, she was 'English'.<br/><br/>I picked up my bottle of Magners and took a swig of it. Unlike the swill that had been served to English, my drink wasn't bad at all. "Well, English?" I sneered at her. Now Frankie had come along to join the fun, we could really put the fear of whatever god she felt cared about her into her.