He was outside the Purty Kitchen having a smoke and unloading gear - two fancy fancy D4 type girls walked up.
Blond girl A, without preamble: Give me a smewk.
Axel: Fuck off.
Blond Girl A, to Stu (drummer): Give me a smewk!
Stu: Fuck off!
Blond Girl A, with increasing asperity, to Paul (mate): You, give me a smewk!
Paul: Er, ok...
Others: For fuck's sake Paul, are you mad? etc
Paul fiddles about and holds out his cigarette packet as Girl A answers her phone and Girl B goes up to the door.
Girl A: Come on! Tisk! Take it out for me, take it out for me!
Paul: Er, ok...
Others: chorus of disapproval
Girl A: Give me a light!
Blond Girl B, approaches, alarmed: It's a tenner in! What are we going to dew!?
Blond Girl B: For fuck's sake!
The End
Blond Girl A may find herself with a cigarette where she didn't ask for one if she keeps talking to people like they're domestic staff from the late 1800s.
