Post by Shamus on Apr 22, 2008 10:58:25 GMT -5
Chris Sonnier was in the back, when suddenly the door beside him exploded outward. Shamus stormed from inside, looking around the hall before his bleary and bloodshot eyes settled on the interviewer.
Sonnier waved a hand in front of his face.
Sonnier: Dear God, did you spend the night in a brewery?
Shamus: Aye! You're fookin' bloody right I did!
Sonnier nodded, and started away before he was dragged back by the rather drunk looking Irish Man.
Shamus: Where do ya think you're going! I got a fookin' interview to do 'ere, mate!
Sonnier: Huh? You're not on the card!
Shamus blinked, rubbing at his face before he nodded. He tugged on his beard, trying to focus before he snapped.
Shamus: Say what now?
Sonnier: You're not on the card!
Shamus: Say what now?
Sonnier: The card you're not on it! You don't have a match, Shamus!
Shamus: Say what now?
Sonnier: No match this week! You're not on TV!
Shamus: Oh.
Shamus blinked again, knuckling his forehead before he grunted.
Shamus: Say what now?
Sonnier: Say isn't the pub down the street having one quid drafts?
Shamus stared, then charged down the hall screaming like a madman as the crew dove out of his way. Sonnier watched him go, shaking his head before starting in the other direction.
Sonnier waved a hand in front of his face.
Sonnier: Dear God, did you spend the night in a brewery?
Shamus: Aye! You're fookin' bloody right I did!
Sonnier nodded, and started away before he was dragged back by the rather drunk looking Irish Man.
Shamus: Where do ya think you're going! I got a fookin' interview to do 'ere, mate!
Sonnier: Huh? You're not on the card!
Shamus blinked, rubbing at his face before he nodded. He tugged on his beard, trying to focus before he snapped.
Shamus: Say what now?
Sonnier: You're not on the card!
Shamus: Say what now?
Sonnier: The card you're not on it! You don't have a match, Shamus!
Shamus: Say what now?
Sonnier: No match this week! You're not on TV!
Shamus: Oh.
Shamus blinked again, knuckling his forehead before he grunted.
Shamus: Say what now?
Sonnier: Say isn't the pub down the street having one quid drafts?
Shamus stared, then charged down the hall screaming like a madman as the crew dove out of his way. Sonnier watched him go, shaking his head before starting in the other direction.
