Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

The food was always awful tasting, it was a nutritional supplement designed to grant all of the things the body would need to survive. It also came in solid and liquid forms. The former was a chunk of black cubes that were so tough it felt like eating leather and the liquid felt like fire down ones throat. The sludge was unappetizing to look at but merely bland in its taste, by far it was Joras favorite out of the three options. The water was simply water, which the supplements lacked. It was the only beverage commonly available, aside from illegal alcohol imports. Jora had a few that Amelia held for her for a modest fee of course. Jora shoveled the goop into her mouth, swallowing without really tasting it. It was lukewarm as always, never too hot and never too cold. Once her plate was empty she quickly chased it down with a glass of water, downing the whole thing in a few long greedy gulps. The trick was opening the throat, something she had learned after a good while drinking with some of the girls on poker night. The mercenary had almost forgotten that the next card night was next week Rosie would have skinned her if she missed. The bitch loved her gambling. The merc looked up from her food at the sound of a voice and found herself face to face with the short girl she had been eying up earlier. She almost had not caught the question though she did catch the looks from a few tables over. Gauging the situation, waiting to see what was going to happen to the hapless chick. Everyone knew walking up to Joras spot without having an invitation, being a guard, or having a job offer was likely a death sentence. Her cold eyes flickered as she stared up at the woman, it would be so simple. She could vault over the table and slide the fork at the artery at her neck or under her armpit. Shed bleed out before making it to the infirmary. Instead of that however Jora shrugged, reclining back in her seat and gesturing to the seat right next to her. Sure thing, old friend. Nice to see you on the inside finally. What finally got you caught? Arms dealing up the Corellian Asteroid Belts or your business with the Galitro Confederacy? She said, loud enough to carry over to a couple of tables. She could practically feel the annoyance of those who had bet on the young womans death being first. Any associate of the merc was not a popular target. Jora had contacts that would prefer she still live, mostly gangs but there were a few guards like Amelia out there. Pissing her off would piss them off, that and she was known to be both ruthless and without conscious. So the young woman had just unknowingly gained possible protection from others not from Jora though. She gave the young woman a meaningful look, one that said for her to play along. Jora was doing this for two reasons. One, she would eliminate her in the betting running for first to get killed which would tip the odds towards her favor. Second, the merc was interested in scoping out new meat and this young woman was as new as they came. She could probably get a good finders fee for pointing the Queens towards her. Maybe even break a piece of her off for herself, she certainly looked pretty enough. Of course none of this was shown she was a concerned fellow inmate. A possible friend. An ally.