When I arrived at electrical there was a doughy, bearded guy sitting at the front.
He looked up from his magazine to the guard, then me, then the guard.
"Another one? Seriously?"
The guard shrugged and left the room.
"Alright uhhh.." he looked at my badge. "Reece. Take a seat."
I sat next to Piper obviously.
Then, Nichols burst through the door carrying a box of wires with a tool belt round her waist.
"The microwave is fixed your majesty" she said, doing a little curtsy before she saw me.
"Oh shit. Hey reeses pieces." She joked.
"Get her a lamp, Nichols."
Ordered Luschek.
"A lamp?" I said
Nicky dumped a rusty, shitty lamp onto the table infront of me.
"Fix it." Luschek said.
"But ho-" he dumped a textbook in front of me. "Learn. I'm going to take a wiz. Chapmans in charge."
Chapman gave a smug laugh and stood up. "Alright you heard him! Everyone get to work."
A black girl with short hair quickly threw a box at her and shouted "shut the fuck up you Taylor swift ass mother fucker. Don't nobody care what doughboy said, we ain't deaf."
She sat down again looking defeated and continued her work.
Nicky laughed and threw a wrapper at her.
"Hey!"
"What? If you can't beat 'em join 'em."
Everyone laughed.
Why did this feel so normal?
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LITCHFIELD'S FINEST - FRESH MEAT (oitnb)
FanfictionI'm Olivia. I'm new to prison. New to crime. It was all just one misunderstanding. Now I'm fresh meat in a prison full of lions. {CONTAINS: Swearing, Sex, Adult Humour, Violence}
