Note: This post is intended to be part of a series of Christmas dialogues. Dunno if I'll give them all their own posts or just keep appending to this one. Let me know if you can't follow the format. If something doesn't make sense, it probably means I've lost track of all the bloody pseudonyms.
7:30PM
[Stixy] Alright, what's everyone having?
[Terra] Chippies!
[Stixy] Of course. Terra's having chippies.
[Sandy] You want something to go with your chippies, luv?
[Terra] No.
[Sandy] Uh-huh. Alright, let's look at the specials, shall we.
[Bry] Can I get pizza?
[Sandy] I don't think they have pizza, sweetie. Look at the menu.
[Phil] Rissoles.
[Sunny] That sounds good.
[Stumpy] You want rissoles, mate? Alright, what about you Trude?
[Trude] I dunno.
[Sin] Sausages, please.
[Bry] Um, I'll have sausages too, please.
[Sandy] I'll have the seafood basket, with extra chips, and I'll split it with Terra.
[Stumpy] Seafood basket? Not a bad idea.
[Terra] I want ice-cream!
[Sandy] You want ice-cream with your chippies?
[Terra] Yeah!
[Sandy] Okay, we'll see how we go with tea first.
[Stumpy] You want rissoles or sausages too, sweetheart?
[Trude] Okay.
[Stumpy] Which one, luv?
[Trude] Um, I dunno. Sausages. Please.
[Sunny] That sounds good too.
[Stixy] Might go the lasagna, myself, I reckon. Alex?
[Alex] Roast comes with roast veges.
[Stumpy] Hmmmm?
[Alex] Roast of the day. Comes with "roast potatoes and veges". Haven't seen a pub meal with roast veges for a while.
[Aaron] Aahhh, you're right. It's mostly all that side-salad shit these days, innit?
[Alex] Uh-huh.
[Stumpy] Mmmm. Sounds good. I'll have one'a them.
[Alex] Yeah, That'll do.
[Aaron] Yep, might go one meself. What about you, darl?
[Trish] No. I'm gonna be fancy and have chicken parmigiana.
[Sunny] Oh, that sounds good too.
[Stixy] Alright, so that's a seafood basket, with extra chips ...
[Terra] And ice-cream!
[Stixy] ... three roasts, three sausages, rissoles, chicken parmigiana ... were you having sausages or rissoles, Sunny?
[Sunny] Ah, no; I'll have the chicken parmigiana too, please.
[Stixy] And two chicken parmigianas. Now, what about drinks?
8:00PM
[Aaron] What the bloody hell's this?
[Waitress] Is something wrong?
[Aaron] The roast was supposed to come with roast veges; not a piddling little spoonful of boiled carrots, beans and bloody zucchini.
[Waitress] I'm sorry sir, no; the potatoes are roasted.
[Stumpy] Nah, nah, lookit this, it says it here, "roast potatoes AND veges".
[Waitress] That's right sir, roast potatoes is one thing and veges is a separate item.
[Stumpy] ... Unbelievable.
[Aaron] Dirty bastards.
9:00PM
[Bouncer] Excuse me, everyone; I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to make your way over to the poker-machine area. We're shutting this part of the establishment down for the evening.
[Stixy] What? It's nine o'clock.
[Bouncer] Yep. We shut down the main area at this time every night.
[Stixy] Wait, every night?
[Bouncer] That's right.
[Stixy] What's ya busiest night then?
[Bouncer] This is it.
[Stixy] Shit, ay. Where do all the young fellas go then?
[Bouncer] ... Not here. At home on Facebook, probably.
[Stixy] Bloody hell.
9:10PM (CARPARK)
[Aaron] I can't bloody believe that.
[Trish] It's a bit sad, innit?
[Stixy] Way things are goin', I guess.
[Stumpy] Still seems a bit defeatist, doesn't it? Closin' down at nine o'clock?
[Stixy] Except the pokies -- goes to show where the money is.
[Aaron] Ah, it's bullshit. You see the average age of those fellas in there? Ya not gonna last long relyin' on that.
[Trish] Mmm, does seem a bit short-sighted, dunnit?
[Aaron] Bloody oath.
[Stixy] Well, it is owned by Woollies.
[Aaron] What? Nah, that's only the bottle-o part, innit?
[Stixy] Nah, the whole lot. They own mosta the pubs 'round here now.
[Aaron] Really?
[Stixy] Mm-Hmm.
[Aaron] ... Well, I'll be buggered. Dirty bastards. Got their fingers in everything, don't they?
[Stixy] Yep.
[Aaron] Hmmm, yeah ... well, in that case, fuck 'em; I'd rather see 'em go bust.
[Stumpy] Yeah, after that roast vege business, I'm inclined to agree.
[Terra] Yee-ah, fuck 'em!
[Sandy] Oi, you!
2 comments :
Is that exchange indicative of how much you participate generally with family convos? A couple of lines about roast beef? Are you the quiet one?
I like Terra.
I like also the chaos of family situations.
Yes, generally I'm a ~fairly~ quiet sort, I suppose. Especially when I don't feel pressed to say anything. Of course, there are sometimes exceptions.
I am infinitely more chatty in text.
And I think Terra only mentioned boobs eight or nine times that night. Must be getting over her little fixation.
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