Jessie King

Or what? You’ll kill me?

Hm, looks like I won again.

From this angle, I don't mind losing.

I get the idea that I don’t sometimes, but at the end of the day I belong here as much as anyone else does.

I would have to disagree.

Oh yeah? Why?

I don’t share, Jessie.

Good for you?

I am now claiming one of the tables to sleep on. Don’t try and fight me because I do, in fact, bite.

That's actually a really smart idea. Hm..

[Melly grouchily shuffles into the lounge] I shouldn’t be very surprised. Of course everything would go sour. We’re in Hell, after all.

Don’t mind me - I’ll just be taking my stuff to where all the girls are camping out. It is a little cramped, isn’t it? 

….Sure, I mean, there’s that unconditional love going on so why not?

Okay. That's good to know.

I don’t know you, but usually it all comes with time—unless you believe you belong here, which you think you don’t.

Actually, I do. Remember how nice your grandmothers used to be? Nice, giving, persuadable. Well, that girl a few cells away, Anastasia, is old enough to be my grandmother. Let’s hope that the generosity instilled in every old lady is instilled in her, too. I’m takin’ your wagers anytime, my friend. 

Ah, I remember her. I accidentally thought she was a prostitute. She's very straight forward, could you really do it? I guess I'll wage the only thing I can, my lunch.

Not quite used to them yet, are you?

How does one get used to them?

Cat has your tongue?