Victoria appears asleep, head slumped on her hand.

Annabelle enters silently. She is thirty-five, smiling, dressed in 1960s dress and when she speaks it is with a posh accent. She floats close to Victoria, looks at her and smiles, then pours herself a large glass of vodka from the bottle on the table.

Annabelle: Cheers!

Her first swig causes a spluttering fit.

Annabelle: Bloody hell! That's got a kick!

She pours herself another. Victoria wakes up and half-asleep examines the bottle of vodka in front of her.

Victoria: I don’t remember drinking that, probably got me to sleep though. I am not a big drinker, I usually start singing after a couple of glasses of wine, well, (pulls her face) that’s when I sound like Barbra Streisand, naturally. (normal) That’s why I avoid wine. And I hardly ever