I suppose it was inevitable that we would all wind up in Jail. Well at least some of us anyway. I guess really it was only inevitable that *I* would end up here, the rest actually had a fighting chance. Or rather a fleeing chance. When Chief Jeff arrived, those that could ran, those that couldn't stumbled.
Seeing Hudson amongst the drunkards, Jeff was a bit concerned about how to approach the situation. On the one hand she was breaking the law, but on the other, she was Hudson. Then Jeff made a huge miscalculation, he asked me how I would approach the situation. "Lock her up," I replied with a bit too much cheer. In retrospect the miscalculation was as much mine as his. Let's just say, the Goddess was not amused.
Jeff: (speaking to a cell full of drunk Cirrans) Do any of you know of any other Cirrans that were consuming intoxicants tonight?
As drunk as they were the group was able to control itself and not rat out their friends, except...
Matt & MM: Trancer! (thinking: at last pay back for the nose piercing incident!!)
Jeff: Yeah right. You two are impossible. (walks away)
Matt: Aren't you even going to try to get him to let us out?
MM: What would be the point? Here, at home, it's all the same. (at this point Melissa goes into one of those profound monologues that only the severely intoxicated are capable of espousing and only the equally intoxicated are capable of fully appreciating...by the Grace of the Goddess we are snipping it!)
Matt: Very true. Kinda like tadpoles and computer disks
MM: Exactly. The red kind.
Matt: Of course red! Unless Joxer is there, then definitely purple.
oops apparently we didn't fast forward far enough)
Much to the annoyance of my fellow cell mates and I, Hudson loved jail. She went on and on about how it made her feel like one of the gang, an average everyday Cirran rather than just Callisto's best friend. Intoxicated or not, sometimes Hudson's logic is beyond reason.
HL: Is this how you little people feel all of the time?
MM: (scowling) little people?
HL: Yes. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know you were so sensitive about your height Melissa. (standing upright next to me, making her a full inch, er inch and a half, taller than me, uses my shoulder as a leaning post)
MM: cute.
HL: thanks.
MM: (mumbling) that's not what I meant.....
Galloway: Gee I am getting kind of hungry.
MM: Me too.
Darth Skeye: Me three.
Collective eye roll....ugh bards.
HL: (jumps up starts banging on the bars with a tin cup) Guard! Guard!
Collective eye roll...ugh actresses.
Jeff: What? What is it?
HL: The bards are hungry.
Jeff: And this would be my problem because?
HL: I see your point. (at this point Hudson began to see the limitations of prison life)
Moments later however food arrived. Well if you could call it food. Yoo Hoos and Spam. I think we all said a little prayer against Sherry that day.
Casila: Alright, who's eating chocolate? I can smell it.
Pandora: (with mouth full of those new Chocolate covered Goddess coin prototypes) No one, it must be the Yoo Hoos you smell.
MM: (sniffing the air) No, no it's definitely not the Yoo Hoos. Galloway?
Galloway: (takes deep whiff) Yea I would say, it's little thin wafers of chocolate like the ones you get from...
All turn and look at: "PANDORAS!"
Things could have gotten really ugly for Pandora, but the Goddess showed up and things got really ugly for all of us instead. Well for all but Hudson, who had the foresight to claim she was under the spell of evil space aliens.
ugh.
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