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"Y'all are gettin' distracted here. We got to keep focus on Bayley." Taystee exclaimed. They were currently going through boxes of clothing in the contraband room. It was certainly an awkward environment between Janae and Aaliyah. Aaliyah was desperate to talk about it as Janae just pretended like everything was normal. She didn't even know how Janae found out. And she had no clue what she was going to say to explain herself.
"I wanna see the fetus-faced fuck go down bad as anyone. But we ain't got much time before they start bringing in the tanks. Might as well take advantage." Cindy defends. Aaliyah pulled on a green v-neck and a red jacket as Janae pulled on some other zip up jacket. "What you mean "ain't got much time"? We got hostages." Taystee responds. Her mind was clearly too focused on Bayley to worry about other potential concerns because of this riot situation.
"Yeah, but it's still a clock on all of this if we're gonna be real about it." Janae adds. Aaliyah sat down against wall, pulling out the phone to check in on Alec and Teyana. Cindy attempted to try on a jacket, Alison making a comment, "I don't think that's how it's supposed to fit." She and Cindy going back and forth, Liyah not caring to pay attention. "Yes! Bruce Lee!" Liyah looked up, seeing Cindy hold up some jacket with what looked like a some kind of design on it.
"Come on, T. Get it while it's good," Janae urged. Taystee's eyes glance over at the shoes next to Aaliyah. "Classic Air Max?" She gasps, picking them up. "Oh, shit. Please, please, please be my size. Please be my size." Taystee giggled excitedly when they fit her perfectly. "Yo, this is like Christmas!" Cindy cheers, all of them laughing.
"Cinde-fuckin'-rella!" Taystee sung, standing up to test out the shoes. She picks up the jacket Cindy previously had, "Oh, man. I'll save this for Suzanne, for when she feelin' better." They all nod I'm agreement, thinking Suzanne would love it.
Aaliyah furrows her brows, hearing a voice. "Attention, inmates of Litchfield." It was Piscatella, on a mega phone or something. Aaliyah stood up, "In an effort to resolve this quickly, and without violence, we are ready to hear your demands. To repeat, inmates of Litchfield, we are ready to hear your demands. We are ready to hear your demands." Aaliyah walked out, calling up her dad.
"Aaliyah, I just showed up, they got everyone waitin' outside." Jeremiah spoke, leaning against the door of his car as he watched the police and CO's talk. "Is he being legit? They're actually gonna listen to our demands?" Aaliyah questions, glancing at the girls who came out of the room to see what's up. "It seems so. I don't know 'bout this Piscatella man though. He wanted to storm in. The only reason he didn't is because MCC stopped him. They don't wanna do anything rash with Judy King still inside."
"So basically, Piscatella's still being his usual cocksucking prick self?" Aaliyah leaned against the wall, not pleased. Taystee motioned her to put it on speaker and she did as told. "Seems about right. And, your video is all over the media, your friend's story is being told, alright? You're gonna get your justice no matter what it takes, I promise you sweets. She won't die in vain." They all smiled, Taystee and Cindy doing a handshake.
