Welcome To The: BUNK

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            I ate as much as i could stumic, but forced my self to brink the contents of water in the unbent cup infront of me. I gripped the fork in hand and slowly, edged my hand down to my leg and slipped the potential weapon into the side of my white sock. For the last twenty minutes in counting, i watched events roll out before me. I witnessed more bag covered bottles being passed along, the fowl smell filled the room. Once in a while i caught the familiar distant whif of Drake pot, to only have it disappear from the air. Similar smells floated around in the air and disappeared as memories came to mind, taunting and enlessly teasing my head. Every smell reminded me of diffrent memories all connected to one place. . . The bunk.

Not to long ago yelling and vile curse words sprang up from a table of swaying guys. The two stud up from 5he table nearly trippimg over the connected seats in there swaying sleepy swaying. Both there fists clentched, one was much taller then the other, practically towering over. The smaller inmate thru food towards the other. the shorter inmate cursed in a languages the guards used when they did rarley speak out of turn. The taller guy cursed back and wiped splattered food off his forehead.

" fuck'in started it!" the shorter inmates cursed, stumbling back. The taller inmate step forward with force, making raised curled fists ready to spring.

"Why don't you say that to my face, dork!" the taller inmate shouted as other inmates from other tables stepped forward to brake it apart before another fist or curse word could fly, Bruce and a few others tore it apart, reluctantly in the end. Sending the taller bulkier guy out of the white cafeteria, swearing and cursing madly words slurring together into one long sentence. I saw Lacy, and a second inmate trailer after the large build swaying boy. The room soon went silent and redeemed its current task of passing around the weird bag covered bottle. Every so offten a table or two real free sounding laughter would spring up and die quickly. Like any other source of happiness in any compound, started slow died quickly, very quickly.

"Here-tippy...t-try-ssome!" Sohpia slurred from across the table as she shoved a bag covered bottle my way. Even disoriented as she was caused by the liquid in the bottle she still had a cold edge to her voice, the gleam in her eye slowly fadding, but still remained clear.

I noted and observed that the liquid in the bottle does that, makes the drinker more relaxed less tence, less ready, less themselves. I gradded the bottle as it almost fell over getting caught on the bag, spinning slightly. The bottle was cold in hand just like everything else around me, just like everything else in any compound. Sophia was watching me, somewhat. Her head kept tipping in other directions then snapped up like she was drifting to sleep.

"...no she doesnt need t-that..." Bruce objected and grabbed the bottle from my hands and turned passing it along. Sophia scent him a strange look then without warning she fell back from her stool and fell to the floor with a thud and a heavy clatter. Snickering laughter echoed around as heads turned from other tables to see the fallen girl. Her slow waving heads peeked up from view above the table, silently commanding much-needed assistance. The two that sat beside her reached down and pulled her to her feet. Note to self, dont drink from strange bottles.

"Get her out of h-here" Bruce said dryly not sounding or acting quite as out of it as the others or as Sohpia.

". . .O-oh B-b-Brucy babe," she hicupped her head popping up above the table with half hooded dazed eyes.

"J-just have a. . .a small s-iip!" Laughter echoed once again, quiet and sneering.

"Ya Bruce boy just a little sip, why don't'cha?"

"Just a sip!"A giggling voice teasing from somewhere in the crowd. Bruce narrowed his eyes as his gaze locked with a unknown receiver.

"I s-said get her out of here!" Bruce repeated barking out slightly slurred words, his gaze slowly loosing the bazed gloss. The two pulled a laughing, hicuping Sophia along to her feet that seemed to me out of order. Then with out warning she turned sharply and ran towards me. She going to attack me! Without thinking i was on my feet my arms raised, the bent cup in one hand. Gasps rang out from other not as disoriented.