“Oh chroist.”
Her head’s in her hands and she’s bother snickering and kind of horrified– she should’ve been there for him! Been there for everyone else!
“… I can’t even imagine. Oh ‘m god. Did he really almost win?! Tha’s fackin’ ridiculous! Tell me someone was the’h ta’ comfort him a’ somethin’–”
“Ja!” He nodded, as if excited to be able to discuss the results with someone. As much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed Eurovision a great deal and usually ends up rooting for his father’s entries rather passionately each year.
So needless to say, Chris watched the contest this year again and got as heated as ever over what happened.
“’is song had’uh crazy lead ‘til th’ public votes came int’ th’ picture! Then ‘e ended up gettin’ second while Ukraine snatched th’ win ‘way from ‘im.”
“’n don’ worry ‘bout that, smukke. M’far was with ‘im ‘v course - they probably ended up doin’ something cheesy ‘n mushy t’ make ‘im feel better or, what probably happened: went out ‘n drank 'very bar they could find dry.