Liberty wrecks the Redcoat

>Liberty finally had a moments peace to read her comics.
>Stripped down to her comic reading apparel, most of her sisters had either retreated to their rooms or went to sleep
>All except one
>"Oi! I already told ya mate, I ain't payin one quid over 60 for that amp an I'll be a monkeys aunt if I do!"
>Liberty lowered her comic
>Her eyes tracked her sister Luna across the living room.
>"Nah, love, I already told ya the bleedin' show was on thursday!"
>Liberty gritted her teeth.
>At first, she didn't mind.
>After all, each sister has quirks
>But this
>Every
>Single
>Day
>Bleedin this
>Bloomin that
>Luna had never even been to england!
>Just because that washed up old heroin sponge Mic Swagger talked like that now meant she had to?
>"Luna, can you take that upstairs?" Liberty asked
>"Stoof it up ya cunt, lass."
>Liberty's eyes leveled on her sister
>She slowly put her comic book down and headed into the kitchen
>She took out the tea kettle, filled it with water, and put it on the stove
>Liberty walked back into the living room and sat back in her chair.
>She went back to her comic, but found it hard to concentrate
>"That bloody sod can jog off if ee thinks oim gonna play that show for less than a hundred pounds!
>Liberty felt her fists clench around her comic book
>For God's sake, america doesn't use pounds!
>"Luna."
>Liberty hissed between her teeth
>"Please. Can you take that upstairs?"
>Luna glared at her.
>"Listen to me you bleedin tosser, oim negotiatin me contract, so if you don't like it, sod off!"
>She tried.
>The tea kettle hissed from in the kitchen.
>Liberty walked to the kitchen.
>She put the kettle, and two teacups on a tray and brought it into the living room
>Liberty poured herself a cup as Luna noticed
>"Brilliant, love! Perfect time for a spot."
>Liberty put a tea bag in her cup and steeped it slowly.
>Luna poured the water over the bag, then removed it.
>She looked to Liberty, her teacup still had the teabag in it as she drank.
>"You americans, its so uncivilized to enjoy tea with the bag still in the cup."
>That was the last straw.
>Liberty calmly set her teacup down.
>She grabbed the ceramic tea kettle
>Liberty smashed it over the back of Luna's head, sending her to the floor, unconscious.
>Liberty frowned at her out cold sister
>She sat back down on the chair and picked up her comic, reading where she left off
>"Americans enjoy their tea in Boston harbor."
>"Bitch."