"Likelier than you'd think, in this place." Georgie completed, raising an eyebrow as if daring him to disagree. Upon hearing of Felix's plan Georgie snorted in laughter, then cackled for a while. "That is a good plan. I can't wait to see what people say. I wonder if anyone else will imagine the dick-slapping machine. Probably not."
She downed her drink and, while Felix talked, went on her way to get herself another. This time she was in for a cocktail, to counter whatever monstrosity was going on outside, although while she was good at drinking them, Georgie knew nothing about making them. She just added rum, some fizzy cherry and orange drink, grenadine which always seemed to feature in those cocktails and finally some vodka. Upon tasting it, Georgie decided it wasn't half bad - and very colorful!
"Clem? You named your little Chlamydia plushie? Awww!" She returned to her seat, turning to him to listen to his 'rule'. "Oh, of course mate. Pass it pon the left hand side, man." It was just as if she had any Jamaican blood at all. And why would he know any different?
"Oh!" She exclaimed, interrupting herself to sip on her marvelous cocktail. "No offense, right, but what's your name?"