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"Mmm-mmm-mmm. This food, right her, is the best thing I've ever had in my mouth." Cindy expressed, stuffing her face with some more fries. Taystee nods in agreement, taking a sip of her soda. "Man, I don't how many times I have to say this. But damn, I'm glad you rich." Aaliyah chuckled, leaning back into Janae's arms. "I am very grateful too. It's comes in handy." Aaliyah said, taking the last bite of her burger. Teyana had made them some double avocado turkey bacon cheeseburgers and some fries on the side. (don't sleep on it y'all)
"You meet her dad?" Taystee asked Cindy with a smirk. Cindy nodded, pushing her empty container to the side. "Mhm, man, he looks like a snack. I didn't even get to say hi! Aaliyah dragged my ass away! She a cockblocker!" Aaliyah scoffed, taking offense and also a bit grossed out. "Well sorry that I don't want to see you flirt with my father!" Cindy shot her a look, getting a middle finger in reply. Janae just chuckled in amusement, finding whole conversation amusing.
The phone at the desk rang, Taystee getting up to answer it. "A'ight, we'll be there." Taystee said before hanging up. "Let's go. We got a delivery y'all!" They all stood up and rushed up to the front, having been in the visitation room. "Oh, shit, we got a delivery?" Janae jogged up to the doors, looking through the window to see the stacked boxes. Cindy ran over and started rapping, Taystee looking at her unamused. "Yeah, don't ever do that again. Ever."
"Was that Kanye?" Maritza butted in.
Aaliyah jumped slightly at the sudden pounding on the door. "Do we answer?" Janae questions. "I like her ensemble," Flaca comments. Maritza agrees. "Yeah. Not too in-your-riot-face, but some flair." Aaliyah rolled her eyes, leaning against the soda machine as Taystee walked up to the doors. "I'm doin' it." They watch as Taystee pulls off the barrier, opening the door and gesturing for the woman to come closer. "Hello? How may I help you?" Taystee greets, faking a British accent that sounded a lot like Aaliyah's.
Aaliyah scoffed, "Okay, that's just rude."
"Hi, there. Nita? We spoke on the phone, I think? Was that you?" The woman named Nita, said. "Maybe." Aaliyah squints her eyes, suspicious of all of this. "I have a delivery from Governor Hutchinson." She said, clearly reffering to all the boxes stacked in the entry. "Oh. Well...thank you. Thank you very much." Aaliyah rolls her eyes again at the accent, it didn't even sound remotely accurate. "We'll me in touch. Here is my cell. Let's keep the lines of communication open, okay? Okay. Enjoy."
The lady handed T a card before she walked out, Taystee shutting the doors and whispering, "What the fuck?"
Cindy cheers, opening the doors to pull in the boxes as Janae, Taystee, and Alison look at the card. "Thanks for the help, guys. Really appreciate it," Cindy says sarcastically. "Some of us are smart enough not to go near an unmarked box. I mean, that could be anything. It could be a bomb. Anthrax. Itty-bitty soldiers." Alison said, making a good point.
