Sakura groaned, leaning back against the cement wall. She was in here for a reason, sure, but that didn't mean she liked it. She had attacked someone. Yeah. It wasn't really her fault, he had provoked her! Calling her names and shoving her around… She wasn't gonna just roll over and let him do whatever he goddamn wanted. No fucking way. She had shoved him back, dumped a drink on him, kicked him in the gut… And now she was stuck here. She heaved herself from the floor, wandering around the tiny space she had. God, it was boring here. And the jumpsuits were tacky, too. She leaned against the bars, hearing footsteps nearing her cell. An officer stopped right outside her door, shoving someone into the cell and muttering something before walking off. Sakura glanced over at the guy. He had his hair slicked back and he didn't look too happy to be here either.
"That jumpsuit goes really well with your hair, Elvis. What are you in for?"