It's a hard knock life (Gina, open)

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

Jo didn't mind hard labor. Lord knew she'd done plenty of it over the years running her own business. She stayed late into the night cleaning and working on recipes minimum twice a week, which was a heck of a lot better than the four to five she used to do in her younger years. Once upon a time she would eat, breath and sleep work, but she was glad those days were over. It gave her more time to enjoy the little things, like spending afternoons having crazy sex with her boyfriend.

Thinking about Brandon was one of the few things that got her through the chores there at the camp. She didn't usually mind hard labor, but here? Under the watchful eyes of guards? It was difficult not to hate it. She knew she could probably shift and escape, but with a number attached to her jumpsuit she would easily be found out. They would know she'd gone missing and she wouldn't be able to shift back until she was free, and then what? Where would she go? Her eyes darted around the room. She was in the kitchen with a bunch of other women peeling potatoes with dull peelers which cut her fingers twice so far. It was such menial work and it made her feel like a real slave. How easy would it be to shift and hide under a sack of potatoes? They would never find her! Finding a mouse in here?

But what if they did? She could easily get stuck in her clothes. Then she would be more than fucked. The could step on her or shoot her or.. who even knew. What she really wanted to do was throw the potato in her hand at the guard standing near them watching them. She sneered at him and he glared right back. "These guards have some serious sticks shoved up their asses." She grumbled to the woman next to her. There were only a handful of them working there by the potatoes. At least this was better than the bathroom duty she'd gotten a few days ago. Scrubbing bathrooms was one thing at her store, but here? Everything about this place made her sick.

Another slip of the peeler and she had cut herself once more. gasping. The peeler clattered to the ground and Jo grabbed her hand, waving it around before looking at the little slice and then shoving her finger into her mouth. Someone threw a cloth at her and Jo looked up at the guard, glaring at him once more. Did he need to be such a giant cock? Apparently. "Ugh, I hate them!" She grumbled. "I want to chuck this potato at that son of a bitch.."

[GINA FAYE]

Gina had been worried about Nana from the second they got to the camp. These fuckers had actually taken her from the nursing home to lock her up in this place simply for what she was. It was awful to do it to healthy Therians like Gina, but it was absolutely fucked up to do it to old folks and children. After a screaming match with a few of the guards and a doctor that led to repeated blows from the butt of a rifle, her mother was admitted to the infirmary. It wasn’t the nursing home, but it was better than her being forced to work and then sleep in a bunker with several other animals that could tear her old body to pieces. The shifts were going hard on her and Gina was so scared she wouldn’t make it. Her strength was fading more every day and with it Gina’s hope that she would still have a family when she left this God awful place. On top of all that, she was only allowed to see Nana once a week, on Sundays, and that was only for an hour during their yard time. Nana insisted she was fine, but Gina could see she wasn’t. It took everything in her not to think about Nana as the days dragged on throughout the week.

She hadn’t really made any friends since she’d been there, but there were a few women who she had shared some laughs with. It helped pass the time and she found she was getting pulled into playing Simon Says with the kids during yard time. Gina was a social being; she couldn’t stay isolated forever, and she definitely couldn’t keep thinking about how awful this place was. It would just be easier to accept the work she had to do, but quietly think about rebellion when in the barracks. There were whispers starting and she wondered how long it would be until they made it happen…In the meantime, she was on kitchen duty. Fucking kitchen duty. She ate enough to feed a sumo wrestler, and being around all of that food just made her all the more aware that there wasn’t much of it to be had. Three scrawny meals a day wasn’t enough!

Today they were peeling potatoes with dull peelers that nicked her fingers if she wasn’t careful. She used to help Nana and Mama peel potatoes to make fabulous mashed potatoes, but there was nothing to look forward to with these potatoes. They might be mashed, but they were a far cry from fabulous. Nana could tell her stories to make her laugh if she were able to peel potatoes right now. As it was, there was a little woman to her left and a big one to her right, both doing the same slave work she was. “These guards have some serious sticks shoved up their asses.” The little woman’s words made her look up with raised eyebrows and then she glanced to the guards with a quirk of her lips. “Maybe if they got laid they would lighten up,” she drawled. The guard narrowed his eyes at her and she flashed a cruel smile. She hated the motherfuckers who ran this God forsaken place.

Next thing she knew, the little woman was gasping, dropping her peeler and hopping around. Gina’s crystal blue eyes grew wide as she looked at her, watching the woman inspect a cut on her finger before shoving it in her mouth. Yeah, those sons of bitches hurt when they cut you. The guard she had smirked at tossed a cloth at her and Gina gave him a stink eye. He didn’t need to throw things. The fox leaned down to grab the woman’s peeler from the floor. “Ugh, I hate them! I want to chuck this potato at that son of a bitch…” Gina laughed, setting the other woman’s peeler on the counter before commencing her own work. “I’d triple dog dare ya, but I just ain’t in the mood to see a dead body today.” Her eyes shifted to the little woman, giving a lopsided smile. “I hate to say it, Honey, but I think that gun would win a fight with you and that p’tato. But it’d be awesome t’ hit that asshole where it hurts.” She shrugged and smiled wide before extending her hand to the woman. “Name’s Gina, by the by. Gina Faye.”

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

The girl beside her laughed and Jo looked over and gave a quick half smile. The girl was pretty, and she recognized her. Had she seen her somewhere? If she was a therian there was a chance she'd seen the girl at Kit's bar before. She had a feeling most of the vaguely familiar faces she saw were because of her stupid ex boyfriend and his bar. She'd seen him outside a few times and during meals but had been too upset to go talk to him. She knew he was angry with her about the Kevin fiasco still, and truth be told she knew she needed to end things once and for all, but God it would have been so nice to just curl up in his arms for a few minutes. She missed him more than she liked to admit, but it wasn't because he was a great guy or anything. He was a familiar comfort and despite their differences he would always be just that.

“I’d triple dog dare ya, but I just ain’t in the mood to see a dead body today.” Jo narrowed her eyes playfully and gave a little grin. The guard would have to be fast to draw his gun and shoot a mouse, which is what she'd be if she tossed the potato at him. “I hate to say it, Honey, but I think that gun would win a fight with you and that p’tato. But it’d be awesome t’ hit that asshole where it hurts.” She snorted. "The gun would win a fight against any of us. If their aims any good." She teased, taking the woman's hand and noting her name. "Jo Haile." She greeted and picked up the peeler, though her finger was still smarting from the nick.

"So you would triple dog dared me, huh?" She teased. "Haven't heard that since I was a kid. You don't sound like you're from here. You're not from Texas, are you? I've had my fill of Texans." She said semi playfully, peeling a little slower now and being more careful. She didn't want to get cut again!

[GINA FAYE]

“Jo Haile.” Gina loved name Jo for a girl. It always reminded her of one of her favorite literary characters, Jo March from Little Women. The woman’s hands were soft too, which meant she took care of herself outside of this place. Gina took note of a lot of little things about people she met, sometimes missing the big things because of it. “So you would triple dog dare me, huh?” The taller woman nodded with a grin. “Haven’t heard that since I was a kid. You don’t sound like you’re from here. You’re not from Texas, are you? I’ve had my fill of Texans.” Gina laughed, shaking her head. “Oh no, Honey, I’m a whole different breed than Texans. I grew up in Georgia, though my mama grew up here in Scriptor Bay…obviously.” She gestured to her jumpsuit as if to emphasize the obviousness of her statement; she wouldn’t be here if her mama had been from anywhere else! “I picked a fine time to bring my nana back from Georgia and set up a life here, huh?” She shook her head and gave a bitter laugh at the irony.

“I can understand your aversion to Texans. They don’t know nothin’ about hospitality, but they call themselves Southern. It’s a disgrace I tell you.” She grinned at her joke. “They’re definitely friendlier than New Yorkers, though. In New York the standard greetin’ is, ‘Hey, fuck you!’” She said it in a thick impression of a New York accent, pretty good at emulating it since she spent a few years there in the police department. Her head even bobbed for emphasis like a New Yorker from Brooklyn might do. Gina could have talked all day; it cheered her up to make jokes and help others get a laugh. Even the guards looked more lax with her joke; they were still assholes, though. That wasn’t going to change soon. Gina had contemplated knocking the gun from a guard’s hands and flipping it into her own several times, having had the training to do so. Then she could be the one pointing a gun at them, and they could see how much they liked it.

“One thing Texans know how to do, though, is barbecue. I love some Texas barbecue.” She shook her head and closed her eyes as if she were savoring the thought, her hands ceasing movement. With a sigh, she continued her work, glancing to the guards. “God damn, I could go for some barbecue right now. Or some fried chicken. Ain’t nothin’ like Southern fried chicken.” Her eyes panned to Jo with an amused sort of look. “I have a serious inner fat kid. She’s about three hundred pounds and nine years old. Honestly, it’s amazing I don’t weight five hundred pounds. You ever had good Southern fried chicken before?” Growing up in Savannah, she had sampled a lot of good chicken, but nobody made fried chicken quite like Mrs. Grace Jones, the pastor’s wife at her perish. Remembering that chicken made her mouth water; if only she had asked Mrs. Jones for the recipe, maybe she could have made some for herself.

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

“Oh no, Honey, I’m a whole different breed than Texans. I grew up in Georgia, though my mama grew up here in Scriptor Bay…obviously.” Jo gave a soft laugh and nodded. Jo wasn't from Scriptor Bay, but her father had been, apparently. “I picked a fine time to bring my nana back from Georgia and set up a life here, huh?” Jo frowned slightly. "Aww, she's here too, huh?" It was an obvious answer and she shook her head pitifully. Poor nana.. "Yeah, I didn't grow up here either, though apparently I'm from here too." She said more lightly, offering a small smile.

“I can understand your aversion to Texans. They don’t know nothin’ about hospitality," Jo snorted and muttered a soft "That's for sure." as the girl continued speaking. "..but they call themselves Southern. It’s a disgrace I tell you. They’re definitely friendlier than New Yorkers, though. In New York the standard greetin’ is, ‘Hey, fuck you!’” She couldn't help but laugh at the impression. Jo had been to New York only a couple of times before, but she had really liked the big city. It was what made her interested in city life, but she wasn't sure she could handle the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple, which was why Scriptor Bay held even more appeal.

“One thing Texans know how to do, though, is barbecue. I love some Texas barbecue.” The very thought of food made her stomach grumble. The food in this place sort of sucked and she was hoping to get out of there soon if only to eat better! “God damn, I could go for some barbecue right now. Or some fried chicken. Ain’t nothin’ like Southern fried chicken.” "You and me both." She whined softly, glaring at the guards. What she would give for some real damn food! And lots of it! Just thinking about fried chicken made her think of Brandon, though. Hungry and sad all at once. She missed him. It was a weird sort of miss, too. She hadn't been dating Brandon long enough to really truly feel deprived not having him there with her, but she wanted the comfort that came with being with him, and he was so sweet, and sexy and he made her feel so good about herself.. she missed him. It was a weird sort of ache, more like she was missing out on so much quality time with him. She still hardly knew him but she still felt like she'd known him for ages!

Gina was still talking about food and Jo let her attention pan back to the girl instead of on Brandon. She didn't need to make herself suffer anymore by internally whining about his absence. It wasn't going to get him to her, or anything! "..Honestly, it’s amazing I don’t weight five hundred pounds. You ever had good Southern fried chicken before?” The pang came back all over again and she gave a sad sort of smile. "I don't know if it was southern or not, but my boyfriend actually made me his special recipe fried chicken right before we got locked up in here." Her eyes were pained as she talked about Brandon, looking down at the potato and focusing on it to help ease her troubled mind and to keep from slicing her finger again. "He's on the other side. It was the best fried chicken I'd ever had." And it had been some of the best sex she'd ever had. Brandon was pretty great in the sack, and she could really use a nice romp around with him about now. "We had just started dating, too. This whole camp things really been a huge pain in the ass. I mean.. no one's running my business, I can't have any time with my boyfriend, and the food... and lack of privacy and... I could go on and on." She laughed, knowing Gina knew all about the crap this place was.

"You ever hang out at the Jack Kit?" She asked, raising a brow. "I feel like I've seen you around before. I used to hang out there but I'm sort of at odds with the owner, so.. I haven't really frequented it as much lately." The thought of Kit being mad at her made another weird jolt of pain flicker through her. She still wished she had the courage to go talk to him, but knew it was in everyone's best interest if she just left all that behind her and moved on. Besides, it wasn't like he'd made any sort of move towards her. He was obviously still pissed, the jerk.

[GINA FAYE]

Gina’s brow furrowed a little at the sad smile that came to Jo’s lips with her question. Uh oh, had she touched a nerve? “I don’t know if it was Southern or not, but my boyfriend actually made me his special recipe fried chicken right before we got locked up in here. He’s on the other side. It was the best fried chicken I’d ever had.” Her heart went out to the little lady. Poor thing, able to see her man through a fence and not be able to touch him. “Sorry,” she muttered, looking down at her potato too. He must have been a pretty good guy if he cooked for her. Gina couldn’t remember the last time a guy actually cooked for her. “We had just started dating, too. This whole camp thing’s really been a huge pain in the ass. I mean…no one’s running my business, I can’t have any time with my boyfriend, and the food…and lack of privacy and…I could go on and on.” Gina laughed too, nodding her head. “We both could,” she agreed, shaking her head. This place sucked.

“You ever hang out at the Jack Kit?” Her eyes widened and she looked down at Jo. Had they met before? “I feel like I’ve seen you around before. I used to hang out there but I’m sort of at odds with the owner, so…I haven’t frequented it as much lately.” Gina’s mouth widened into a smile. “Yeah, I hang out there from time to time. And yeah, Kit’s a typical Texan.” She gave a laugh and shook her head down at her potato. He didn’t know much about hospitality, but he knew how to show a girl a good time. Granted, she’d had better, and he probably thought he could get away with it because of his sexy good looks, but she liked him well enough. He kept her laughing, that was for certain. Thinking of him made her want to ride him like a cowgirl again. She tsked and sighed with a grin as she continued looking at the potato. “I tell ya, though, he may be an asshole, but he’s a pretty fun ride. And sexy too.” Her grin turned down to Jo, giggling lightly. That’s when she realized she probably shouldn’t have said that.

“Oh shit…” she said when she saw the look on Jo’s face. “Ya’ll were involved weren’t you? Jesus, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve said nothin’. It only happened a couple times a couple months ago.” She bit her lip, feeling bad and awkward. Shit, she was talking about this woman’s ex-man’s ability in the sack. With another shake of her head, she set the now peeled potato down and picked up another, a tense little silence falling over them. Her eyes shifted back to Jo. “If it’s any consolation…I’ve had better.” She gave a cute smile and shrugged. “I mean, he’s sexy, but the problem is he knows it. Makes ‘im lazy, know what I mean? I bet your boyfriend now does a better job with how much you miss him.” She grinned wider, trying to lighten the mood and show it really wasn’t all that serious between her and Kit. Fun times and that was all.

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

“Yeah, I hang out there from time to time. And yeah, Kit’s a typical Texan.” Jo smiled, finding Gina's smile and laugh both infectious. The girl was cute and Jo couldn't help but be attracted to her. Even physically, Jo thought the girl was a looker. She hadn't done anything with a girl in a long time, though. She silently scolded herself for thinking the girl was pretty and momentarily letting herself have sexual urges. She was spoken for, by a sexy man! A sexy man who couldn't touch her right now.. Jo hated being so sexually frustrated.

“I tell ya, though, he may be an asshole, but he’s a pretty fun ride. And sexy too.” The smile faltered and Jo just stared at Gina for a second before her lips pursed and her brows furrowed. Kit was allowed to do whatever he wanted with whomever he wanted, lord knew Jo did, but that didn't mean she was okay hearing about it. It hurt, and she had no idea why. She HAD a boyfriend! A sexy boyfriend who didn't drink or tease her or give her any lip.. a boyfriend who cooked for her and reciprocated affection and actually gave a shit when she got made at him, so why the hell would she care about who Kit was sleeping around with? Deep down she knew it was because despite everything she would always love that pain in the ass.

“Oh shit… Ya’ll were involved weren’t you? Jesus, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve said nothin’. It only happened a couple times a couple months ago.” Jo wished Gina would shut up about it. Just because she was done with him didn't mean she was exactly over him. Jo had no idea what to say, though. She couldn't be mad at Gina for having sex with Kit, lord knew he was charismatic and a hot piece of ass, but somehow that didn't lessen the blow any.

“If it’s any consolation…I’ve had better.” Jo peaked over as Gina offered a sweet little smile and a shrug. “I mean, he’s sexy, but the problem is he knows it. Makes ‘im lazy, know what I mean? I bet your boyfriend now does a better job with how much you miss him.” Jo could see Gina was trying to fix her unintentional faux pas and she gave a weak smile and nod. "Brandon's ten times the man Kit is." She said gently. "Sorry, it's just... Kit and I go way back. We did the whole on again, off again thing for the last ten years, mostly the off again part, but it's hard to think of him with anyone else even though I'm content in a new relationship. It doesn't help that we recently had a couple of huge falling outs." She explained. "He won't talk to me, but I guess it's for the best. Trust me, he's not dating material if you're interested. And don't think I'm saying that because he's my ex and I don't like the thought of him dating, I'm saying it because he sucks at being a boyfriend. Bar owner? Yeah, that's pretty much the only thing he's accomplished." Her smile was weak and she grabbed another potato. "It's nice to be treated with respect for once. I really do miss Brandon."

[GINA FAYE]

“Brandon’s ten times the man Kit is.” From Jo’s small smile, Gina thought that maybe they could move past her little confession. She couldn’t help but wonder, though, if this Brandon was so much better than Kit, why did Jo look so upset? It was like Jo heard her thoughts. “Sorry, it’s just…Kit and I go way back. We did the whole on again, off again thing for the last ten years, mostly the off again part, but it’s hard to think of him with anyone else even though I’m content in a new relationship. It doesn’t help that we recently had a couple of huge falling outs. He won’t talk to me, but I guess that’s for the best. Trust me, he’s not dating material if you’re interested. And don’t think I’m saying that because he’s my ex and I don’t like the thought of him dating, I’m saying it because he sucks at being a boyfriend. Bar owner? Yeah, that’s pretty much the only thing he’s accomplished.” Gina could respect Jo’s feelings if she and Kit had known each other for that long and there was obviously a lot of back story between them. Sure, some of the things she said made her seem like a bitter ex-girlfriend, but Gina also knew that those things were probably true too. “It’s nice to be treated with respect for once. I really do miss Brandon.” Jo was smiling a little more, but she was obviously still a little down from the nerve Gina had touched. The vixen never liked for people to stay down in the dumps too long.

“I’m sure he misses you too. I’ve known a lot of men. If he treats you with respect and makes you good fried chicken, that’s a pretty good indication to me that he cares a lot about you. Most I ever get is pancakes in the mornin’.” She shrugged with a wide grin. Of course Gina knew what it was like to have a boyfriend. She found that while she liked being adored and cared for, she had yet to find a man that could keep her interest longer than a month. “As for Kit, you don’t need to worry, Honey. I’m not the relationship type. I prefer to keep things simple—a few drinks and sex, maybe dinner if I really like a guy. It’s hard to find men who can hold my interest. Not that I wouldn’t like to find my own version of Brandon someday, but I’m pretty sure I’m not going to find ‘im in a bar.” Gina gave an amused half smile and shrugged a little. She finished the potato she was working on and moved on to another.

“So! What d’you do for a livin’? Or rather, what did you do before we became public enemy number one?” Gina wanted to take the conversation away from men because she could tell it was upsetting for Jo. Did she want to know more about this Brandon? Sure, if Jo was willing to spill. If Jo had been involved with sexy Kit for ten years, then how sexy was Brandon? Gina was a curious little vixen, not that she would ever intentionally make the moves on another woman’s man; she just wanted to know what he looked like. But it was depressing enough to be locked up in a concentration camp and Gina didn’t need to add to it by making Jo think of the boyfriend she missed.

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

“I’m sure he misses you too. I’ve known a lot of men. If he treats you with respect and makes you good fried chicken, that’s a pretty good indication to me that he cares a lot about you." Jo smiled a little. Brandon did care for her. Sure, he wasn't perfect, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he cared. When he sold her out to Kevin he had come with flowers, and when their relationship was on the line he begged her to give him another shot. He made amends because he cared about her and this budding relationship. It warmed her heart thinking about it and him, and then the dread sank in as she remembered she would only get to see him for a few minutes outside each day. It just wasn't enough. It wasn't fair.

“As for Kit," Gina brought her back to reality and she looked up at her. "..you don’t need to worry, Honey. I’m not the relationship type. I prefer to keep things simple—a few drinks and sex, maybe dinner if I really like a guy. It’s hard to find men who can hold my interest. Not that I wouldn’t like to find my own version of Brandon someday, but I’m pretty sure I’m not going to find ‘im in a bar.” Jo giggled. "Never know." She shrugged. "I met Brandon at the pier. He destroyed my booth by accident." She laughed, shaking her head. It seemed like ages ago.

“So! What d’you do for a livin’? Or rather, what did you do before we became public enemy number one?”

"Don't know how familiar you are with Peanut Street or the shops, but that store Sunshine's Too? That's mine. I own it." She explained with a little proud smile. Jo loved talking about her business, and not because she was trying to get people to buy her things or anything. She truly, genuinely loved her store and the business she was in. She had been dealt a crappy hand with her mom being the horrible parent she was, but she had been very fortunate in the friend department. Plus if her mother hadn't abandoned her she would have never met Pierce or Gino who had combined their forces to give her the original Sunshine's in Las Vegas for Christmas so many years ago. "I actually, genuinely miss work." She laughed a little, but thinking of work made her concerned for her cat. Who was taking care of poor Tyler? "What about you? What do you do when you're not peeling potatoes and hanging around the Jack Kit?"

[GINA FAYE]

“Don’t know how familiar you are with Peanut Street or the shops, but that store Sunshine’s Too? That’s mine. I own it.” Gina’s eyebrows rose to show she was impressed. Her own store! That was pretty neat. Gina had always wondered what it would be like to be an entrepreneur. She thought about Peanut Street and the little shops that lined the street and she swore Sunshine’s Too was the little tea and soap shop she went into. That was it wasn’t it? Jo looked quite proud of herself and Gina smiled wide. “That’s that cute little tea an’ soap shop, right? I had a cup of tea there right around when I first got here an’ was explorin’ the city. It was so good and I just thought it was such a cute little idea, tea and soap together.” Man, she could go for a nice little cup of tea right now. “I actually, genuinely miss work.” The vixen smiled and nodded, reaching for another potato. “I would too if I was you. Then again, I really miss my work too.” Being cooped up here was just so awful when she could be out there solving crimes, interviewing suspects and whatnot. Shit, even writing tickets all day was better than this shit.

“What about you? What do you do when you’re not peeling potatoes and hanging around the Jack Kit?” Gina smirked, knowing it came as a surprise to most people what she did for a living. “I’m a detective with the Scriptor Bay Police Department. I’m one of Scriptor Bay’s finest finest.” She grinned with mock cockiness, but she knew she was hot. When she first got on the scene, she had to practically beat the other detectives off with a stick; she didn’t like to mix work and pleasure very often, after all. There had been one very fun exception, but that was over now and she was back to keeping it professional…for the most part. She wouldn’t have minded jumping into Roccograndi’s pants, especially now that she knew he was a Therian. He seemed to have a thing for Taylor though, so she tried to keep her distance. What she really wanted to tell him was he would probably be waiting until hell froze over before he got into Taylor’s bed, but it wasn’t really her business. Taylor seemed like a nice enough person, just one of those stereotypical lady cops who tried to be much tougher than necessary to prove she was one of the boys. Who wanted to be one of the boys when you could be one of the girls?

“Honestly, I miss work too. Chasin’ down criminals and solvin’ cases is so much more fun than this bitch work they have us doin’. What d’you think is more rewardin’? Peelin’ potatoes or gettin’ criminals off the streets?” she asked sarcastically. She shot the guard a nasty look, as if this were all his fault, though she knew he was just taking orders from the top. “It’s a tough job, but it’s worth it. Granted, I don’t get as many excitin’ cases here as I did in New York or Atlanta, but it still keeps me on my toes. I can’t wait to get outta here. First thing I’m gonna do is punch one of the bitch security guards in the face. Then I’m gonna go get me some real food. The fattier, the better.” She smiled down at Jo. “Care to join me? You can bring your man along too. We’ll have a feast.” Her grin was wide and excited. Man, she couldn’t wait.

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

“I’m a detective with the Scriptor Bay Police Department. I’m one of Scriptor Bay’s finest finest.” Jo smiled gently. She most certainly was, but Jo tried not to let it show that she found Gina attractive. She knew part of the reason she thought the girl was as pretty as she was was because she was on the verge of shifting and hadn't been laid in days. She always got like this before the full moon, which was part of the reason she always let Kit come over and take up half her bed around that time. It was a mutual sort of thing they had going.

“Honestly, I miss work too. Chasin’ down criminals and solvin’ cases is so much more fun than this bitch work they have us doin’. What d’you think is more rewardin’? Peelin’ potatoes or gettin’ criminals off the streets?” Jo snorted and rolled her eyes. "Well according to these bastards we are the criminals it seems. Can't even be trusted even though we've lived our entire lives under their noses!" She glowered at the guard as Gina did, knowing it wasn't really his fault.

“It’s a tough job, but it’s worth it. Granted, I don’t get as many excitin’ cases here as I did in New York or Atlanta, but it still keeps me on my toes." Wow, she had been around! "I can’t wait to get outta here. First thing I’m gonna do is punch one of the bitch security guards in the face. Then I’m gonna go get me some real food. The fattier, the better.” Jo met her smile with her own bright one. She needed someone like Gina around the keep her company. “Care to join me?" "YES!" Jo blurted out maybe a little too enthusiastically. "You can bring your man along too. We’ll have a feast.” The thought of doing anything with Brandon sounds amazing, and adding food and this fun chick to the mix only made its appeal that much more exciting. "What, and share you with Bran?" She teased, a silly grin on her face. "He might like to take you home." She stuck her tongue out. "I'm kidding. I think that sounds amazing, actually. Eating fatty food is high on my list of things to do the second I get out of this dump. Eating my boyfriend is up on that list, too. Not...like, literally... er... you know what I mean."

[GINA FAYE]

Jo seemed all kinds of excited at the prospect of not only getting out of this fucking concentration camp, but of having a feast with her man and Gina. “What, and share you with Bran? He might like to take you home.” Gina laughed at the way Jo stuck her tongue out, taking it as a joke. Of course, she did have that effect on men, but she wouldn’t mention it. “I’m kidding. I think that sounds amazing, actually. Eating fatty food is high on my list of things to do the second I get out of this dump. Eating my boyfriend is up on that list, too. Not…like, literally…er…you know what I mean.” Gina snorted shaking her head. “I know exactly what you mean. Goin’ from getting’ banged on a regular basis to supervised visits to the bathroom…that’s frustratin’. What makes it worse is that I turn into a damn fox, so my libido is fuckin’ insane. If only I had a boyfriend I knew I could score a fix from once I bust out of here…” She smiled at Jo, but secretly thought maybe Kit would be up to the challenge. It was a good thing Gina was smart enough not to say it out loud.

Her eyes went back down to the potato in her hand, moving mechanically to peel the skin away. The dull blade scraped across her knuckle, making her wince, but it didn’t make her bleed. “Shit…” She inspected her finger quickly, counting that as the fifth time today she had nicked herself with the peeler, but none of them had been bad enough to make her bleed. They just stung and she had to shake her hand out to relieve the pain. Honestly, she’d felt much worse, including mace in her eyes on a couple occasions, not just in the academy. In New York, she’d even been grazed by a bullet, so nicking herself with a potato peeler was nothing. With a sigh she went right back to peeling, keeping her fingers out of the way this time.

“Well, I told you where I grew up. Did you grow up ‘round here? My mama and nana always told me stories about it when I was growin’ up, but I didn’t actually see the place until I moved here a few months back. It seems like a nice place to grow up.” Gina had often dreamed of what Scriptor Bay would look like, what the people would be like. Her mama and nana showed her some pictures, but it wasn’t enough to give her an accurate picture of the place. Now that she was here, she was finding herself slightly disillusioned. It was probably a bad idea to let the camp taint her view of Scriptor Bay though. This was the worst part of the city…and yet she had to count it as part of the city. It was the city’s citizens that locked her away here…

[JORDANNA HAILE GARCIA]

“I know exactly what you mean. Goin’ from getting’ banged on a regular basis to supervised visits to the bathroom…that’s frustratin’. What makes it worse is that I turn into a damn fox, so my libido is fuckin’ insane. If only I had a boyfriend I knew I could score a fix from once I bust out of here…” Gina smiled at Jo, who had her eyes locked on the other girl. Had she herself been single she would have happily offered to please the other girl in the bathroom, or at least hinted at it more. The thought alone got her a little excited but she tried to hide the hunger in her eyes. She knew it was because she was on the verge of shifting constantly that put her in this wild state of mind, and she had to think of Brandon.

Part of her wanted to invite Gina into hers and Brandon's bed then and there, but she didn't know how Brandon would feel about that, and honestly she just wanted some alone time with her boyfriend after all this. Not that the thought of a threesome didn't completely turn her on. Being a mouse, Jo's libido was off the mark as well, so she knew how Gina was feeling. "Trust me, I know how you feel. I wouldn't be opposed to getting a fix these days. You ever notice how quick mice breed? Yeah, there's a reason for that." She smiled a little bashfully before turning back to her potato.

“Shit…” Jo peaked over as Gina examined her fresh cut. Peeling potatoes was the worst! This had to be the worst damn job here! Except the toilets, maybe. That was just gross, though. “Well, I told you where I grew up. Did you grow up ‘round here? My mama and nana always told me stories about it when I was growin’ up, but I didn’t actually see the place until I moved here a few months back. It seems like a nice place to grow up.” Jo shook her head. "Unfortunately no. I wish I had. Actually.. no, I guess I'm glad I didn't otherwise I might not have my store. I sort of grew up all over the place. Moved a lot as a kid and settled in Las Vegas, actually in high school. Stuck around there for a while, graduated college and ran my first store out there. Kit and I had talked about coming back here knowing we obviously had roots here. Wanted some answers.. He doesn't know his parents and I don't know my father so he came back this way and opened the bar. Few months later I had bought a new store front and set up shop here. So I haven't been here all that long I guess." She offered with a shrug. "I'm, uhh.. sure he wouldn't mind hanging out with you after all this, though. If you needed a fix.." Somehow, Jo found that was more awkward for her to say than let me finger you in the bathroom.

[GINA FAYE]

“Unfortunately no. I wish I had. Actually…no, I guess I’m glad I didn’t otherwise I might not have my store. I sort of grew up all over the place. Moved a lot as a kid and settled in Las Vegas actually in high school. Stuck around here for a while, graduated college and ran my first store out there. Kit and I had talked about coming back here knowing we obviously had roots here. Wanted some answers…He doesn’t know his parents and I don’t know my father so he came back this way and opened the bar. Few months later I had bought a new store front and set up shop here. So I haven’t been here all that long I guess.” Gina nodded as she explained how she and Kit ended up back in the area. It was interesting that they both had grown up far away from Scriptor Bay, but returned because of their roots. She’d brought her mama back home to sleep forever in the dirt of the city she loved and Gina decided she wanted to find her place here too. It wasn’t Georgia, but she was sure it could be home too. Maybe that’s what Jo hoped for too when he came here: a home to call her own. The “detainment center” wasn’t her idea of a home, but she hoped that when they left here, they would find the homes they had been waiting for.

“I’m, uhh…sure he wouldn’t mind hanging out with you after all this, though. If you needed a fix.” The vixen was completely thrown by the statement. Kit’s ex-girlfriend was telling her Kit wouldn’t mind fucking her after this whole mess. It made Gina snort at how awkward the whole situation was and she grinned broadly. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind either. But then the question is, ‘How desperate am I?’” She made it a joke, not wanting Jo to feel weird about her suggestion, and that way Gina could be vague about her own answer to that idea. Maybe Jo was some kind of psychic since she had just been thinking about going to the Jack Kit for a quick bang just before Jo suggested it. That creeped Gina out a little bit, but she didn’t make any show of it on her face. She was making friends and she didn’t want to ruin it by telling this girl that she was totally moving in on her old territory the second she got out of this dump. With a pleasant smile she looked back at Jo, wanting to change the subject.

“I have to admit, I never tried your lotions or anythin’, but I think once we get outta here I’m gonna hafta raid your store.” She grinned wide, knowing any business owner would be excited at the prospect of someone buying a lot of their wares. “If I ever owned my own business, I think it’d be a restaurant. I’d serve up some real Southern cookin’. Then again, that’s my passion: food. What made you focus your store on beauty products and tea?” Gina loved learning new things about people and getting to know people she’d just met. She also wanted to veer away from the subject of sex because it was just making her fantasize about find Kit, dragging him behind a building during yard time and having a quickie before the guards could catch them. If she didn’t think about something else, she was going to act on those desires and probably lose a new friend. It was better to talk about something else and get her mind off pure carnal need.