Rose's laugh brought out another laugh in Susan, which then resulted in more laughter from Rose. For several minutes they sat there, drinking their shots and laughing, with tears streaming down their eyes. "Tzwee-ka means good dick? No wonder I like drinking it!" She watched Rose pull a sexy face, and guffawed quietly. "Kissy kissy," she said, dissolving into a fresh wave of laughter.
She pouted ridiculously, crushed that Dennis was at work. He was one of her favourites and she remembered him fondly from her DA days. "Silly Dennis, he should be here drinking țuică with us, not running across the rooftops of London like Blurcock Moans," she frowned, that wans't right. "Blurcock Moans," she tried again, "Sherlock Jones? Derfrock Holmes? Sherlock Bones! Anyway he should not be reporting but drinking." Her logic was severely drunk but made perfect sense to her. She waved her hand dismissively. "Everyone knows you two are perfect for one another. Everryone! I know it," she pointed at herself, "Dennis knows it, you know it, he knows it," she pointed at a cupboard, "Rolf doesn't but that's because he is silly. Everyone knows. Except Rolf."