Nic at work.
Someone recorded some speech thing on her phone:
*in a broad glaswegian accent*
"Hey this is Nic. You know the hot blonde you were dancing wae at the palace the other night?
Well you told me to give you a call so here i am.
But by the way, you know i told you i was 21? I'm actually only 14. But chill, i'll be 15 in 6 weeks.
You awrite? Well im on my break fae work so if you stop by a'll gee yae head oot the back. Too tame?
Ah well, you into bondage then? I'm sure we've got some rope about and a think Steph's got a whip in her locker. Nae idea why though.
That lass worries me slightly but im sure if a slip her a few fags she'll join in wae us.
Right am runnin' oota credit so call me back. Ma numbers >insert Nic's mobile number<
Love ye and cannae wait tae see ya!"
She then played that recording down the phone to our shift manager who coincidently had been at the Palace the other night and danced with a blonde girl