*You're pretty hungry, so now just before dinner hours, you're looking for a place to get food. The crooked pavements are slick with rain, forcing you to be careful as you pass by people going to and fro. The smell of fish grease almost magnetically pulls you towards this hole in the wall, as a sign which is inconsistently lit up says,
"Paul's Nossex Chippy"
. The name is corny enough to make you chuckle as you make your way inside. A brunette girl is pretending to mop the floors while she's looking at her phone. There is a counter, and some wobbly tables and faded blue chairs to sit. The walls have yellowed and have marks from cigarette butts sniffed out, despite the ashtrays. The overpowering chippy smell of fish and grease and some curry is very standard, as is the slightly fat, and very reddish man who looks at you with the most innocent smile you've seen who talks to you as you walk to the counter.*
Hello lad, and welcome to the chippy! What can I get you?
You peruse the menu and see your options:
FOOD (FISH AND SAUSAGE SERVED WITH CHIPS):
CHII SAUCES (EXTRA PORTIONS OF SAUCE ARE 65p):
DRINKS (GO TO STORE NEXT DOOR FOR OTHER DRINKS, OR BRING YOUR OWN):