“Awwwww fackin’ wank jast what we beedin’ need yet anavver blaady princess. Listen Blondie, we know as much as you which aint noffin’. “The scarred woman coughed and spluttered as she laughed at the last question, “Morning bastard toilette…?” was said in affected accent as Storm continued to cough, before spitting something rather disgusting on the floor again.”<br/><br/>“Fer Gods sake does it look like this place is a fancy inn?” She shook her head “More like it’s a piss in the corner job darlin’”<br/><br/>The woman certainly had a delightful turn of phrase; her hair was short and looked like it had been cut with a knife certainly different to the other two at least in appearance.<br/><br/>“Right let’s see ‘ow we can get outta this shit’ole , anyone found a weapon yet? ‘Fraid y’ell ‘ave ta wait ta beautify yerself.”<br/><br/>The day was just getting worse and worse and that hangover was not getting any better. With that thought Storm searched the room and the crispy chap ...needs must and all that, if nothing else a bit of wood would surfice as a club.