It needs a better title, but here goes:

Mike, Joe and Nadia are stood outside of an off license, none of them are older than 14. It is a Friday night and they want to get drunk, sadly none of them have a fake ID.

Joe: ere mike, giz a tab.

Mike: scrounging get you owe me now like (passes Joe a cigarette).

Joe: aye, here Nadia, do you not reckon you could gan in, you might be able to get served.

Nadia: Nah they know me in there we need someone else.

Mike (to Passer-by1): Ere mate, do us a favour and gan in that shop and buy us some white lightning, you can have a tab and a drink if you like, need to get spaced.

Passer-by1 (shouting right in mikes face): DID YOU SAY SPACE??!?!!? WHEEEEEEEEEE HAHAH, space is a wonder!! (Slaps Mike in the face then runs away).

Mike: YOU MAD CRANK I'LL GET ME BRUVA TO BREAK YOUR LEGS.

Joe: Just leave it man, some people are nutters like that.

Another passer-by approaches, Nadia talks to this one, he has a monobrow and his eyes are very close together.

Nadia: Scuse me, you couldn't go in that shop and buy me some drink could you? i look too young and have no identification. I’ll give you a cigarette and some of the drink if you like.

Passer-by2: yes, of course, just hand me some cash and I’ll be back in a moment. What are you drinking?

Nadia: cider.

Passer-by2: classic choice, one moment.

The man goes into the shop and comes out a few moments later with the drink, the bottle is already open and the level of liquid has gone down slightly.

Passer-by2: Gotta dash, i had some drink in the shop, cheers, bye.

Nadia: Thanks.

Joe: Was a bit dodgy him like, ah wey, got the job done, pass that bottle.

Mike: after you like, need to get wrecked.

[30 minutes later]

Nadia: ugh, I don't know like, feel a bit strange, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA that paving slab looks funny.

Joe: aye, know what you mean, everything is going weird and my head feels like a mess.

Mike: you don't think that guy might have spiked us or something do you? my head is going like wildfire.

At this point, the mad passer-by from earlier returns and begins another conversation with Mike.

Passer-by1: So, umm, DO YOU GUYS WANNA GO INTO SPACE IT BE GOOOOOD.

Mike: Eh? What? Eh? Wait? Erm, who are you? *Shakes his head and exhales slowly*

Passer-by1: I AM BIG SUPERCLEVER FROM SPACE, HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Joe: Get lost nutter or al av ya.

Passer-by1: BUT YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'LL BE DOING!!

Mike (to Nadia): This guy is blagging my head up... is your vision getting a little shot? Colours seem to be bleeding everywhere, hehehehehehehehehehehe.

The Passer-by wonders off, leaving Nadia, Joe and Mike feeling very confused.

Joe: before he went i got this off him... a jazz cd.

[30 minutes later]

Mike: I think there is some seriously crazy stuff in this drink, that guy might have given us some LSD or something, I’ve never felt like this.

Joe: yeah, I understand what you mean, I’ve got all sorts of thoughts and ideas going through my head that I’ve never noticed before.

Nadia: the fact that loon keeps showing up and ranting about space and acting most random indeed does not help matters.

Mike: yeah, its strange, but this last hour has been very very strange indeed, i need to get my head in order.

Joe: I really wanna listen to this Jazz CD.

Nadia: something is coming to me, I’m starting to get an idea about what’s going on.

Joe: me too.

Mike: I'VE GOT IT, its not a happy fact but i now fully understand what is happening here, don't you see, we don't actually exist! We’re just characters in a script, doing whatever the writer commands us too!

Joe: I see it now!! The guy loves his stereotypes too, sad fact is he also hates happy endings....

Nadia: damn.

The strange passer-by that references space all the time runs past - grabs Mike and vanishes into the distance, never to be seen again.

Joe: yeah, that sure does suck, i dunno if i can hack the rest of this, the future isn't looking too bright considering the terms, I guess that guy was really an alien looking to abduct someone.

Nadia: Yeah, makes sense in terms of what’s known about his character, I just hope that other guy doesn't show up, as soon as I saw him I stereotyped him as a funny looking kiddie murderer.

Joe: Can't trust him, he filled our drink with weird drugs that let us see that there is a reality that is beyond what we expected. My only question still is what’s up with this jazz CD I got handed.

Nadia: Oh that’s simple, it’ll be the soundtrack CD to the feature production of this story.

Joe: Ah.

Passer-by2 then returns with quite an ominous look on his face.

The End.

Interesting, but I don't really get it.

Hehe, not bad at all.

uh...WTF! that...makes some sense...and yet...it's...just...i get what you are getting at...but...explain it a little CLEARER...but...all in all...polish it up...little things here and there (i can't name specifics) and it'll be good IMO

i'd also like people to submit better titles, mine sucks.

i was trying earlier to think up something that rhymes which contains themes of cider, jazz and aliens.... no avail so far

Interesting. Pointless, but interesting. Well worded, although to me hard to understand (me being an American and all).

"Tripping on the Staircase to Enlightenment"?

NO BOB DONT LISTEN TO THE CD!!!!1111

it sounds a lot like the grim fandango soundtrack.

Call it "Pikey Friday" :p

Its REALLY wierd but an interesting read.
No offense, but were u stoned while writing it?

if(getThingFlags(source) & 0x8){
  do her}
elseif(getThingFlags(source) & 0x4){
  do other babe}
else{
  do a dude}

nope... i think i was sober.

Interesting, allthough the chavvie/scallie dialects seem to weed out towards the end. If you were trying to play on the fact that getting drugged makes them speak normally, you should try and improve the contrast between the "ay ay ay like yeah like"-scally accent, and the pseudo-intellectual dialect towards the end. If not, just fix it to make it consistant. :p

[30 minutes later] = contrast

Perhaps this is a result of nicotine withdrawal. I like it.

How's that going, by the way?