AN: Here's the next chapter. Thank you all for the interest in the first chapter. It's a little different than my normal style, so it's not particularly smooth, but I'm having fun anyway. Also, I don't want to make this story M, but there is a tiny bit of foul language in this chapter, and likely popping up randomly through the rest of the story, so heads up on that.

I hope you like it, have a great day!

"Alright, Newbie. Lunch time. Follow me." Tink flourished her hand in a lackluster gesture.

Pushing up from the bed, I strode out after her. We walked down the hall of C wing, which seemed relatively quiet. I scanned the few other women we passed, making mental tabs to ensure quick acclimation to my new home. When we passed a small woman with piercing, beady brown eyes and auburn hair, Tink turned to me, speaking from the corner of her mouth, "That one there is Blue. I'm not sure why they call her that, but keep your distance. She's a horny little beast. Even if you're a vagatarian, steer clear, there's plenty of other clams at the buffet." Biting back a smile, I spent a little more energy remembering her face.

"Hey, Tink, who's your new friend?" Blue drawled in a squeaky purr.

Tink rolled her eyes, then fixed her with a glare, "My new roomie. Hands off."

The unimpressive woman raised her hands in mock surrender, "Hey, ease up, pixie dust. I was just being friendly."

"Yeah, well, stop. She's with me." Tink bit back, then led me further down the hall.

I momentarily considered being worried about being claimed so readily and possessively, but decided to let it go. For the moment, Tink failed to set off any red flags, and I somehow trusted that her claim only pertained to protection. "Alright, so I'm sure Director Swan showed you, but this is A wing. The cafeteria is straight through here. Get in line, grab your slop, and sit down. Even if you don't eat, you have to come here and sit until lunch is over." She led me through the line, serving herself a large Sloppy Joe and some questionable vegetables. I didn't spare any attention to what food I placed on my tray. I couldn't eat anything, anyway.

The small blonde nodded toward certain tables as we wove our way through the chaotic cafeteria. "That's the old lady table...That there is Mal Landers, also know as Dragon, and her crew, don't sit there...That group over there is religious radicals...And, this is my crew. Sit with us. I promised the head bitch that I'd look at for you, so until she says otherwise, don't wander. Hey, ladies." When the other women greeted her, then turned to me, she pat my shoulder, "So, this is Regina Mills, my new bunkmate."

I dropped my tray next to Tink's and slipped onto the bench. Looking around, I studied the faces staring back at me. The older woman sitting directly across from me held out her hand, "I'm Leanne Dunn, but everyone calls me Grannie." I nodded at her, taking in the twinkling eyes of the greying woman.

"Grannie's in for offing a guy that was trying to rape her granddaughter. She used a fucking crossbow. So, even though she's older than dirt, we let her sit here." Tink smirked at the glare Grannie sent to her way. "Next to her is Shay Min, but we all call her Mulan. She's in for gang affiliations. But, really, she should have known better than to get mixed up with a group that call themselves The Merry Men." The beautiful, slightly butch Asian woman threw a carrot at Tink, then looked at me and jerked her head in a curt nod, but gave nothing else. "Actually, she talks about as much as you, so you'll probably hit it off quite nicely. And, lastly, sitting next to Mulan is Belle French." She offered me a warm smile, her clear blue eyes welcoming. "French is in for being part of a protest group that burned down an animal testing lab. French took the blame for the entire group, despite the fact that she was trying to stop them. Idiot."

"Why are we your friends?" French asked in a smooth, Australian accent, narrowing her eyes as she slowly took a bite of her apple.

"Because I'm fantastic. And, fucking sexy."

French shrugged and took another bite, "Eh. You're alright."

"Hey," Tink pointed her fork at the brunette. I realized that what I originally thought was a tribal tattoo around her wrist, was actually a design of tire tracks woven together. It was awesome. "Don't try to wound my ego, you know you wanted me before Mulan got here."

French smirked, "On that note, I have to go. My shift is starting early today. Inventory week, yay." Pulling her legs from under the table and standing up, she placed her hands on Mulan's shoulders from behind. She leaned over, pressed a light kiss to Mulan's cheek, then whispered something in her ear that made the darker woman blush and grin brightly. After returning the wide smile, she glanced up at me, "It was nice to meet you, Mills. The first few days are the hardest, but you'll settle. If you get bored, come see me in the library. Bye, all."

Grannie waved as French left with her tray, then glanced at me, "So, Mills, you got our stories, what's yours?"

Flashing her a quick look, I spoke calmly, "Embezzling."

"Huh, that's a rather rare one around these parts. Lots of drugs and assault and robbery, but not much white collar stuff like that."

Mulan snorted, "Don't be a snob."

"I wasn't."

"You were."

I tuned the others out as they made idle conversation, and I picked at my food. Carrots, corn bread, an apple, and pudding sat on my plate, though I had no recollection of getting them there. My thoughts whirled wildly around my head, each one distorted an indiscernible. The ones I could grasp all revolved around my frustration at being in prison, my resentment and anger toward my sister, and irritation at my inability to make sense of anything. I broke out of my jumbled contemplation when two palms came down on the table in front of me, a sultry, sweet voice speaking above me, "Hello, there. You must be new."

"I don't remember inviting you over, Dragon. Move on." Tink growled. I looked up from my plate to the tall, thin woman called Dragon. She had blonde hair, with just a touch of red. Her lips were painted crimson, and her eyes were a hollow green.

"I don't need an invitation, Tink." The woman hissed, before turning back to me, "So, who are you?" Refusing to answer and partake in the obvious intimidation routine, I bit a carrot and crossed my legs under the table. "Let me give you a bit of advice, I'm not someone you want to ignore or go up against. So, I'll ask you again. Who are you?"

Already tired of her games, I locked my gaze with hers, "That's the thing. You don't know me. You don't know what I've done, what I'm thinking, or what I'm capable of. So, I'm going to give you a bit of advice. Step. Away." She reminded me a little of Zelena, and that was exactly the wrong place someone would want to be with me at that moment.

What can only be described as bewildered fury swept across her face, leading her to swipe my tray away. Lowering her face even with mine, she snarled, "Listen, I-"

"Landers." A familiar voice sliced into our tense interaction.

"Director." Dragon responded snidely.

"We need to have a chat." Director Swan moved right up into Dragon's face, staring her down. "I just booked Rose in detox again. Any idea how she keeps getting Heroin?"

The blonde inmate shrugged with a innocent smirk, "Of course not, Ms. Swan."

The director's previously sparkling eyes turned dark and dangerous as she got even closer to Landers and lowered her voice, "I know you're her supplier. I will not have my girls strung out and putting themselves at risk. And, when I find proof that you're bringing shit in, I will nail your ass to the wall."

Dragon smirked again and whispered challengingly, "You wish." Director Swan's jaw twitched and her eyes stayed hard as Dragon sauntered away.

"So, you're chasing the dragon, are you, Swan?" Tink asked casually, but her lips threatened to curl up into a smile.

Instantly, her glower transformed back into the easy expression she wore when I met her, "Very cute, Bell."

"Thank you."

"You know what's not cute? How you told me you fixed the heater in my office." The director stated lightly as she folded her hands in front of her body.

"I did fix your heater, Director." Tink replied, biting into her sandwich.

"Then why can my nipples cut glass when I'm in my office?" She smirked as me, Tink, and Mulan glanced at her chest. Grannie just scrunched her nose at a limp piece of lettuce dangling from her fork.

"Well, first off, that's not an entirely professional thing to say to your inmates. Secondly, it's highly plausible that that was my intention. Thirdly, I warned you that I was a mechanic, not an electrical engineer when you assigned me to the electrical unit. This is your fault." Tink explained, sipping her water.

"Well, whatever the reason for the malfunction, get in my office after lunch and fix it properly. Bring Min, she seems to actually accomplish her tasks." Director Swan arched an eyebrow at Tink, then turned to me, "And, it seems I don't need to worry about you holding your own." When I only responded with a steady gaze, she spun on her heel, making her way out of the large room. I definitely watched her walk away.

"Well, damn, Mills. You've got fangs, I love it." Tink chuckled.

"Yeah, nice work, but make sure you're careful now that you're on her radar." Mulan added seriously.

I gave her a tight nod, internally groaning. After only two hours in the prison, I had already made drama with the top dog. Excellent. Sighing, I leaned forward, resting my forehead in my palms. Seething with a new wave of anger at my situation, I grit my teeth and stared at the table. A hand landed on my bicep, "Come on, Mills. I'll walk you back to our room. You look like you're ready for a break."

I could barely see straight as she led me back to our small room. As soon as I got inside I slammed my fists up against the wall, nearly shaking in attempt to control my rage and discontent. My life before wasn't perfect, but it suited me well. After only few hours, I missed it with searing desperation.

"Here." When I glanced over my shoulder to her outstretched hand, I saw a Snickers bar. I felt some of the tension begin to drain, the numbness returning, surprisingly welcome. "You can have one of my candy bars." Gratefully removing the chocolate from her hand, she smiled and walked back to her bed. I noticed another Snickers, a tube of Coco Butter body wash, and a Red Bull sitting where her pillow had been. "It's not all bad here, Mills."

AN: Still with me?