[hello, girls. we're camping in the brig while the senior crew brings us pillows and blankets for our stubborn asses. this will not help whatsoever but it's fine? it's fine.]
Oh! It's this juice pouch with a straw you poke through it. Used to be the highlight of every kid's lunchbox. [a beat, and then mumbling to herself:] Wait. Is this why I like that spiked cooler shit...
no subject
no subject
... Do you need anything in your cell? Extra pillows? A capri sun?
no subject
A... capri sun? What's that?
no subject