NEGOTIATING ON JAMAICA STREET

‘Fuck off,’ she said turning to the man walked behind her on Jamaica towards Stokes as we came up the lower end of Hillgrove on our way back from town.
‘Fuck off yourself,’ said the man.
‘You fuck off, leave me alone,’ she said.
‘I’m not doing anything,’ he said, took a drink from a can of Tenants, the blue one.
‘You’re pissing me off, is what you’re doing,’ she said.
‘Well fuck off then,’ he said.
I didn’t hear exactly what else they were saying to each other but it sounded like more of the same.