May 14 - Just wanted to relax

[Lucy Grant]

Relatively over the disappointment that was her first (and possibly last... *sigh*) kidnapping, Lucy made her way out to the quad. She had her sketch pad, and was drawing anything that came along... flowers, squirrels, birds, weird looking people... whatever. Next to her was a little radio, rather loudly playing some happy pop music.

[Becky Badby]

"'Ey this is a sugar and spice ding right there," Becky says, sitting next to the radio, "Blind if'n I earwig?"

"Hey, that's a nice song," Becky says, sitting next to the radio, "Mind if I listen?"

[Lucy Grant]

Lucy looked up. "Oy, yer in me light," she answered, in her usual pleasant tone. "Kip yer arse on the lawn or toss off."

[Becky Badby]

"Why don' ya take a Donald right in your Elephant and Castle," Becky shoots back, "Kip on actin' like a right Ambercrombie an' I'll sock you one, luv."

"Fuck you," Becky shoots back, "Keep acting like a bitch and I'll hit you."

[Lucy Grant]

"Just 'cause yer bloomers move faster 'n a pikey in the guvn'r's transit dun mean I wan' odd wankers sniffin' me knickers. Now plant it 'fore I plant it for ye."

[Becky Badby]

"This comin' from the twirl with the bleedin' blue circus?" Becky says, "Waz the matter? Cap'n Planet pull a Morgan 'cross the back of yer head, Ethan? Jess kip mouthin' off an see wot happens."

Becky stretches out happily on the grass.

"This coming from the girl with the blue hair? What's the matter, did Captain Planet ejaculate across the back of your head? Just keep talking and see what ends up happening."

[Lucy Grant]

Lucy snorted. "Righ', keep runnin' it, while ye keep droppin' yer peepers down me jumper."

[Becky Badby]

"If'n ya dun want the books then cover up, luv."

[Lucy Grant]

"Never said I din' want the looks, but keep droolin' an' ye bes' be bringin' a towel." Lucy shifted a little, turning to a fresh sheet. "Could you roll onto your side just a little more?" she asked, dropping the horrible fake accent for a moment. "If you don't mind me drawing you at least."

[Becky Badby]

Becky turns a bit, "That better?"

[Lucy Grant]

"Perfect," she said, taking out a fresh charcoal pencil. Then she thought for a minute. "Was I making fun of you next or were you making fun of me next?"

[Becky Badby]

"If'n I'm rememberin' it right you were 'bout to start cryin' from my stunning wit," Becky says.

[Lucy Grant]

"Mmm, no, ye mus' notta been hearin' righ' wit yer eyes stuck on me goods," Lucy answered dismissively.

[Becky Badby]

"Da'ant flatter yourself," Becky says, "Might give ya a roll if'n I had a few, but ya wouldn't be gettin' a song come next mornin', luv."

[Lucy Grant]

"Wouldn' want any singin', all the pints ye'd have to feed me to make me wanna get in yer knickers my poor head'd be hurtin' for a bleedin' month."

[Becky Badby]

"If'n ya roll with me for a night y'r 'ead wouldn't be the only thing hurtin' for a month, luv," Becky says with a lecherous grin.

[Lucy Grant]

"I thought that the doctor had a pill t'make the burnin' go 'way," Lucy scoffed.

[Becky Badby]

"Ya should na, luv," Becky says, "Ya only clock the bleedin' doctor every ovver bubble."

"You should know. You only see the doctor every other week."

[Lucy Grant]

Lucy stopped before she answered, then frowned, stopping her drawing as she looked up. Again, her tone changed when she spoke. "Wait, is seeing the doctor a bad thing?" she asked, a little confused.

Hey, she never claimed to be good at this stuff.

[Becky Badby]

"Only if'n y'r seein' him to check out y'r Oxford every tahm ya take a shot ahn the hood of some rob's car," Becky says.

"You are constantly worried about a myriad of diseases you may have caught from being a woman of ill repute, fair maiden."

[Lucy Grant]

"Oh, okay, thanks. Sorry," Lucy said, getting back to her drawing. "S'pose ye'd know, luv. Daily pass the bloke gave you, innit?"

[Becky Badby]

"Fuck ya twice, Ambercrombie," Becky says pleasantly, "Ya ahlmost d'n whichya scrawlin' mess?"

[Lucy Grant]

"Little longer," Lucy shot back. "Canna rush it when yer trying to make someone like you pleasin' t'look at."

[Becky Badby]

"More loike y'r a shite artist," Becky says.

[Lucy Grant]

"Real artist'd have real models, I s'pose, y'bloody chav," Lucy mused. Then she turned the page around as she finished, excitedly showing the sketch. "Like it?!"

[Becky Badby]

Becky grins, "It's fookin' great, luv."

[Lucy Grant]

"Bloody kind've'ya t'say, poppet." She offered her hand, dropping the act again. "Hi! I'm Lucy!"

[Becky Badby]

"Becky Badby," Becky says, "Make fun an' ahl fookin' slug ya."

[Lucy Grant]

Lucy smiled pleasantly. "Like I'd have t'make funna yer name if'n I wanted to make a poke atcha."

[Becky Badby]

"Ya ain't royalty exactly yourself," Becky says.