Victoria has been up all night, trying to decide what to do about the
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.
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
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