As Denise twirled the diamond on her left hand, her hips rocked hypnotically from side to side, her face disssolving into a caricature of dissatisfaction. Keith knew that the first word from her mouth would be ‘skanky’. He scanned the menu over her shoulder, being assailed by Chanel’s ‘Allure’ which had been the must-have from the ground floor of David Jones’ Elizabeth Street store yesterday.
‘Aw, real skanky like. Nah, we deserve better.’
Keith’s enthusiasm plummeted and already he could do with an ice-cold beer even though they were hunting for a suitable joint for breakfast. He took a long soothing drag and, picking a stray glob of tobacco from his tongue, pointed to the Big Breakfast in the top right hand corner.
‘That looks okay. S’got beans and bacon as well as eggs. All me fav’rites.’
Denise raised herself to her full height.
‘No, thank you. We’ll keep looking.’