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Aaliyah turned the volume down as she noticed Janae heading towards her bunk. "What are you doin' now?" Janae asked, sitting on the empty bed, rubbing her neck. "Stretching. Gotta make sure I'm flexible for sexy time. What can I do for you love?" Aaliyah stood up, pulling off her ear buds and wrapping them around the iPod, tucking it in her bra. "My neck is killing me. Could you give me a massage...please?" Janae requests.

"Fine. But you gotta do my neck too." Aaliyah bargained.

"Ugh, but I thought that's what your pilates shit was for?" Janae complained.

"It is." Aaliyah shrugged. "But there's no way I'm passing up an opportunity to have your hands on my neck," she smirks. Jaane huffs, "Fine. But it better be good or you ain't gettin' shit." Janae says, emphasizing the way she said 'shit'. Aaliyah scoffs, "I'm wounded. I'll have you know I'm very skilled with my hands." Janae rolls her eyes, "I know, you bring it up every chance you get."

"Well if you took up my offer, I could show you very up close and personal, just how good I am." She flirts, a smirk tugged on her lips as per usual. Janae pushes her back with a hand, "Shut up." Aaliyah chuckles, moving to sit on the bed. "As you wish love. Come here." Janae sits in between her legs, leaning back as Aaliyah works her magic.

"So, how does a gorgeous girl like you, end up in this shithole?" She just now realized she hadn't actually asked Janae how she got here.

Janae sighed, knowing she was gonna have to talk about it eventually. "My ex boyfriend convinced me to rob a bank with him. We were sorta successful, until he left me to get caught and take the fall." There were reasons she acted so mean and tough. Cause before prison, she was a shy, nice-ish girl. They say prison changes a person. That was true. Sometimes it was for the good, sometimes it wasn't. It just depended on the person.

"He sounds like a prick," Aaliyah commented.

"He was. I don't know why I even dated him. I think it was just for attention, and to spite my dad." Janae shrugged. She didn't like talking about her past much, but Aaliyah made it so easy to talk to. She listened. She didn't interrupt. She was understanding. And she didn't make you feel like shit.

"I get it. Uh, you know, when I started showing interest in girls, my mum was completely against it. So just to fucking spite her, I brought this girl to dinner. And my room was across my parents room, so I uh, I fucked the girl so loud to where my mum could hear from her bedroom. I had never in my life been yelled at so much. But man was her expression worth it." Aaliyah chuckles, making light of their situations.

Janae laughs lightly. "How did your dad feel about this?"

"Oh he was repulsed." They both share a small laugh before she continues. "But uh, he was supportive, not of the sex shared that night but he supported my interest in girls." It was true. While her mum wasn't in support of it, her dad Jeremiah and brother Alec supported her completely. Especially Alec. He made it his mission to be there for her when she was exploring her sexuality. All the rants, all the late nights up covering for her when she snuck out.

Janae sighs, knowing it was the absolute opposite for her. "Opposite for me. My dad wouldn't even let me have a boyfriend. If he found out I showed even the slightest interest in girls, he'd have a fucking heart attack. Not that that'd be a bad thing." Aaliyah hums, understanding what she meant. "Yeah, I get that."

"What about your mum? Is she cool?" Aaliyah asks, moving her hands down to Janae's shoulders.

"She's 'aight. I mean, she ain't bother to call or visit so fuck her. Like your daughters in fucking prison, the least you could do is call. Parents act like it's so fucking hard, when in reality it's nothing compared to actually being locked up and having no support system cause they too pussy to call you. It's bullshit how they victimize themselves when I'm the real victim here." Janae rants, messing with the brush Aaliyah had on her bed.

"You're right. It's fuckin' bullshit. Like okay, yes I commit a fucking crime. I'm sure they did too back in their day, they just didn't get fuckin' caught," Aaliyah exclaims.

"Exactly!" Janae agrees. "Everyone's done illegal shit. They ain't fuckin' perfect."

"You know, you're sexy when you're all riled up," Aaliyah smirks. Janae sits up, turning to glare at her, "You can never take anything serious, can you?" Aaliyah shrugs meekly, "It's one of my few flaws." Janae bit back a smile, moving to push Aaliyah forward. "Okay, your turn."

Aaliyah sat down in between Janae's legs. And of course, she couldn't help herself. She just had to make a comment. "This isn't how I imagined being in between your legs for the first time, but hey, I'm not complaining." Janae couldn't help but laugh, digging her hands into Aaliyah's neck extra hard as a warning. But that didn't do much. "Dig as hard as you want, I'm actually into that shit." She joked.

Janae chuckles, "Shut up."

"Yes ma'am."

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Cindy says something, most likely Jewish or about the Jewish as she sits down at the table next to Watson, Liyah on the other side of her, dead asleep on the table. She had been up all night reading some fanfiction shit Suzanne begged her to read. It was...interesting to say the least. But she didn't want to disappoint Suzanne, so she read the whole thing for her. "Mmm-mmm-mmm! It's good to chosen."

Janae hit hand on the table, causing to Aaliyah to jump up with a yelp. "Bloody hell. Was that necessary?" Janae chuckles, patting her back. Aaliyah sighs, grabbing her fork to at least get some food in her system. But in all honesty, food was just gonna make her more sleepy. "Count your blessins. You could be eatin' poop wellington with the rest of the gentiles." Cindy said.

Janae's laugh catches her attention. "Check it out." She gestures over to the table. It was Norma's little group, Aaliyah could only assume they were...praying?

"Hey, yo, what's up with that? I understand to needing to join a clique. But Norma?" Taystee says, in disbelief of the whole thing. It was certainly weird but hey, it was prison. There was nothing much else to do with your time so why not just be apart of something just to be apart of it?

"I know, right?" Janae agrees, taking some food off of Aaliyah's plate.

Poussey shrugs. "She ain't that bad."

"It's a cult." Taystee states.

Cindy chuckles, chewing on some food. "Oh, but Washington like that shit. I seen her gettin' the touch and stare from Quiet Fire over there."

"What's the touch and stare?" Aaliyah questions, finally speaking for the first time that morning. "So she touched my arm and looked at me. Jesus, so what?" Poussey defends quickly.

"You think Norma is Jesus?" Janae questions. It wasn't serious, but then again, maybe it was. "I didn't say that." Taystee rolls her eyes, "Norma is not Jesus." Janae laughs as Poussey shoots Taystee a glare, "I know."

"And Jesus ain't the messiah. He ain't come yet. And Norma is bullshit." Cindy scoffs. She did have a point but, then again, Norma was harmless. "It's people like that that give religion a bad name."

"Eh, Norma's harmless." Aaliyah shrugs, not seeing much of an issue with the little group. Yeah it was weird, but it wasn't any of her business if they weren't bothering anyone.

"I thought you were harmless until you started cutting your initials into people's arms," Janae retorts with a sarcastic smile.

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The next day, was, questionable. Aaliyah heard about the whole panty business Piper Chapman started, to sell to creepy men online. It was...weird. She offered it to Aaliyah who obviously turned it down, finding it gross and most definitely a rip-off. Who the fuck wants to get payed in flavor packets? Certainly not her. And she was rich, so she didn't the extra money. The sewing job was exhausting enough.

Janae found Aaliyah in her bunk, doing some crazy ass position on the metal bed frame. "I don't even know how that's possible. I ain't even gon' ask." Aaliyah groaned softly, dropping herself onto the floor. "What is it now? I'm exhausted. Sewing panties is no joke." Janae rolls her eyes, grabbing Aaliyah's hand, "Let's go. Judy King is on TV."

"Yes, that bitch is finally getting arrested!" Aaliyah cheers, letting Janae pull her to the TV room. Janae takes a seat at the table in the middle. Aaliyah grabs a chair, sitting next to Janae. Taystee comes rushing in not seconds later. "Yo, what'd I miss?"

"Yo, they're saying Judy's going down," Janae informs, subconsciously putting her arm around Aaliyah. "Yeah, she is." Taystee grins, looking up at the television.

"I've heard that she steals her recipes," Jones adds. Aaliyah chuckles, "Wouldn't surprise me." Sister Jane looks at Aaliyah, agreeing with her, "I've heard she has a husband and a lover, and they all live in the same house." Taystee gasps, "She cheats on Bill?"

"Well, is it cheating if they all live together?" Jones replies. She did make a good point. It was a complicated theory. "Good point," Aaliyah agreed.

"Wait, do they all sleep in the same bed? Like, the three of them?" Aaliyah furrows her brows at Janae's sudden interest, finding it kinda amusing. "See, I don't believe it. If that lady were getting it on the regular with two dudes, she would not be swearing a rosemary garnish." Taystee says, mimicking an accent at the end.

"You never know."

Taystee cheers, noticing Poussey head over to the door. "Yo, right on time!"

Poussey awkwardly fiddles her hands, "um, actually, I'm here for them." Poussey says, referring to Norma's little groupies in the corner. Aaliyah chuckles to herself, messing with a string on her sweatshirt. "First, she joins the Church o' Crazy Eyes, now this?" Janae questions, moving her arm off of Aaliyah to pull Liyah's chair closer to hers. She knew exactly what she was doing. Though she was good at playing it off.

"Whatever makes her happy," Taystee mumbles, a little disappointed. "God bless. Or Norma bless, I guess."

Aaliyah threw her head back, listening to Leanne be extremely cruel towards Soso, causing the girl to leave. Liyah didn't know her that well, considering she only just fucked her once in the shower and left it like that. But she felt kinda bad. The poor girl just wanted to be included.

"Okay, y'all are illegally congregating here. This ain't the meeting house. And for a gang who likes quiet time, y'all are hella noisy. So, either get out, or I'm callin' the po-pos. This is Judy time." Taystee exclaimed towards the group, snapping some sense into Poussey cause she turns her chair around to sit with them. "Turn that shit up."

"That's right, P. Come to the light."

Aaliyah looks back at the TV, leaning back in her chair. "I deeply regret some of the financial choices I have made in the recent past." Aaliyah leans forward as Judy spoke to the press. "Oh she's gonna get special treatment for sure. She ain't Martha Stewart." Janae nods in agreement.

"Martha Stewart got more flare to her."

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"Uh uh, you been skipping way too much. Get your ass down here." Janae grabs Aaliyah's arm, dragging her to the cafeteria. "I already ate," Aaliyah groaned, waiting in line behind Janae. "Water and celery don't count," Janae said, hitting the back on her head. "Fuck off, yes it does."

Aaliyah glances at the table, watching as more people sat down, talking to Suzanne. "What the fuck is going on there?" Janae shrugs, equally confused.

"Why does Sunflower have to be so mean?" An inmate named Babs asks Suzanne, talking about her fanfiction. "Oh, cause she's the one you love to hate." Suzanne answers. "You should have her time hump with Lily Sprinkle. Do it for the lesbians," Maureen suggests. If Liyah was there, she probably would've agreed.

"Sounds like she's done enough for the lesbians. What has she done for not-the-lesbians?" Taystee questions as Suzanne eats her jello with a fork. "Um, only the best chapter," Babs said. Maureen looks to her, "Which one?"

"When Admiral Rodcocker gets his clothes vaporized and you find out he gots two penises. And he gives her a shocker made of penis instead of fingers. I mean, who thinks of that?" Babs expressed, getting Suzanne to blush from the amount of compliments on her story. I guess people just really enjoyed smut.

Cindy clicks her tongue, "Damn, I gotta read that shit." Taystee nudges her with a dirty look. "What?" Cindy shoots back at her attitude. "That's it! This, this book tour is over."

Suzanne doesn't seem to think so. "I can do one last question."

"Did you have an inspiration for Admiral Rodcocker?" Annie, the inmate sitting next to Taystee asks. Suzanne's eyes divert to CO Donaldson, gesturing to him with her eyes. They all let out small gasps. "I knew it." Babs leaned forward to get a better look, "I never thought I'd have a thing for bald dudes, but damn." Suzanne chuckles.

"The fuck kind of multi-culti shit we got goin' on here? Can't a black woman sit wit' her peoples?" Aaliyah hears Janae say, looking at the table in exasperation. She chuckles, going to stand beside her. Suzanne shook her head, "No, see, the universality of my work unites all the races."

"If y'all don't get to steppin', I'm gonna carve Rodcocker's penis into your fucking arms." Aaliyah threatened. They stay there, not sure she would actually go through with that, "Piss off!" The girls immediately scram, leaving open seats. Taystee sighs in relief as Janae sits down, Aaliyah sitting next to her. "I have never been more grateful for your craziness."

"Awe, love you too, T."

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a/n: aaliyah casually threating people for janae >>

if y'all remember how nick jonas pulled priyankas chair, that's exactly how janae did it 😏

janae and aaliyah giving each other massages and venting to each other 🥲 i love jaliyah sm

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