Two men walk into a pub, one is counting change.
MAN 1
For f**ks sake that taxi cost 20 quid we only went about 200 f**king yards
MAN 2
Did you give him a tip.
MAN 1
Yeah, I told him to never buy a Mermaid a pair of f**king tights
MAN2
Grab that table I'll get the ale in.
Man 1 goes over to a table next to two women in the 50's who are wearing mini-skirts and halter tops.
MAN 2 brings over two bottles of Budweiser to the table.
MAN 2
Those robbing bastards just charged me 22 quid for them, God knows what they'd charge for a f**king cocktail.?
MAN1
11 quid a bottle!
MAN 2
And they're warm
MAN 1
I'm not surprised at that price they probably keep them in the f**king safe
MAN 2's phone pings a text
MAN 2
He's 2 minutes away
MAN 1
Thank f**k for that
MAN 2 discreetly indicates towards the women on the next table and speaks low.
MAN 2
Mutton dressed as lamb
MAN 1
More like offal dressed as f**king mutton
Man 2's phone pings again
Man 2
He's outside I'll meet you in the toilets
Man 2 exits as Man 1 goes into the toilets
Both men are a cubicle in the pub toilet. Man 2 opens up a wrap of cocaine and looks at it with disdain.
Man 2
That's not much for 50 quid
MAN 1
50 quid that robbing bastard's probably more worried about getting nicked by Trading Standards than the Drug Squad
MAN 2
He did say its shit hot stuff
The two men have a line each and exit the toilets.
As they do so they go over to the two women and turn on the charm.
MAN 2
Now then ladies how come two crackers like you are on your own
MAN1
Why don't we buy you beautiful ladies some cocktails?