i was born standing up, and talking back

[spadassin]

WHO: Scathach [spadassin] and Lt. Aldo Raine [fkinbaysment].
WHERE: The prison.
WHEN: Idk today during visiting hours.
WARNINGS: N/A.
SUMMARY: Scatty goes to give Aldo some company in the slammer.
FORMAT: Just a quickie.

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[fkinbaysment]

[ Aldo is disgustedly escorted by a corrections officer to the visitation room. He ignores any significant sign of gratitude and strolls on over to where Scatty is sitting.

She sure wasn't the broad he'd expected her to be. More of a goddamn sheba, if you will but hell, that wasn't on his mind at the moment. ]

Afternoon. Take it you're "Scatty."

[spadassin]

[The redhead watches him approach, grass-green eyes displaying interest. He was just as she had pictured him; the armed forces had attracted a certain type back in the day. She eyes the scar around his neck for a moment before her gaze rises to rest on his face. She folds her hands on the table in front of her, skin almost as pale as her outfit.]

I am. Good afternoon, Aldo.

[fkinbaysment]

[ He swung the chair across from her out and plopped down on it, resting his hands on both knees. ]

Gotta' say, three free square meals a day an' a place to sleep ain't that bad. It sure is awfully swell knowin' that criminals in Amer'ca are bein' treated real special-like.

[spadassin]

[A small smile curves her lips, and she laughs lightly.]

I believe there is a law against cruel and unusual treatment in jails somewhere in the United States Constitution. Bread and water just don't cut it anymore.