Monti, Maya and Rolfie
“Oi, gizz a VB luv, the game's startin.”
“Git off ya fat arse and git it yaself, ya bludger, and while yer at it, see what’s wrong with that mutt a yours.”
“Bloody useless shazza.”, Monti chuckles as he drags himself out to the kitchen, slaps her butt, grabs a beer and opens the back door.
“Crikey,” he says while slapping his neck, “That was a biggun. Rolfie, c’mere boy.”
Maya smacks one on her arm, a splash of blood hits her shirt.
“Bloody hell! These little darlins are right hungry today.”
Monti is watching Rolfie jumping up and down, making crazy whining sounds and snapping at thin air.
“I’ll be stuffed,”, laughs Monti, “he’s gone troppo!”
Maya has a good laugh.
“He ain’t the only one. Betta bring im in.”
“Nah, let im have some fun, luv. Now, if ya don’t mind, I’m missin me game.”
“Bloody bazza.”, Maya chuckles as she starts singing along with the radio and gets back to the dirty dishes.