417, late Friday

[fates_jaye]

After doing some justice in the common room, and then continuing the hunt for said justice on the dehamsterified Beka, Jaye comes back to her room for something she can use as rope. Because a lot of people are getting arrested tonight. They might try to escape the tank.

Ooh, maybe she could find sticks to beat people with.

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Jaye squints over her aviator sunglasses at the lion. "What're you lookin' at, punk?

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"Ah, the silent type, huh? Well, you just try it," she sneers. "You can just keep your mouth shut and you dig yourself a bigger hole. What, no demand for a lawyer? Well, good, cuz a lawyer CAN'T HELP YOU NOW!!"

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*is sideways on the floor next to a dead gremlin*

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*is cute*

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Hello my baby, hello my honey-

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"SHUT IT!" Jaye yells. "That's one count of SINGING TO AN OFFICER! That's a minimum of two years, and do you think a cute little thing like you is gonna last a DAY in the clink? I DIDN'T THINK SO!"

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"That's better."

Wow. Being a pillar of law and order is exhausting. Also, her wrist itches.

So when she falls into bed with her water pistol in hand and the aviator sunglasses smushed against her face, she doesn't really care. At least there was no naked karaoke.

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Hello my baby, hello my honey...

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Zzzzzzzz.

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