A/N There's a little bit of offensive names thrown out here.
They walk into Rikers, almost strutting.
Taking a seat, they wait.
Soon Tom was brought out and sat down. "The fuck you want?" Tom asked.
"The bitches got married." "What?" "The whore you knocked up married that dyke music producer."
"So?" Tom leans back, "She's not my problem anymore."
"You don't want to be in your kid's life?" They asked, eyebrows knitting.
"So what if she married a dyke? I can always fuck another whore, another slut." Tom shrugged.
"I wanted Beca goddamn it! You were supposed to keep Chloe. Now, they will never be able to separated easily!"
"Look," Tom said, "give me some time. I'll think of something."
They stood up, almost towering over Tom, "You've got five years, then I take matters into my own hands."
They turned and walked away, starting the clock.