Later that evening Dash is seen puking into a bush.
"When did I have cheeto's?" Dash mumbled.
Soon after Franklin heads over. "Dash, you alright?" He asked.
"Yes w- What are you doing!?" Carly cried.
"What does it look like" Dash said lighting a joint of weed to help with her nausia.
"But.. You just got sick over another drug!" Carly cried angrily.
"Why you think I'm doing it" Dash said, getting ready to smoke it, but Carly literary slaps it away from Dash, and stomps on it when it hits the ground.
"That doctor is right. You need a intervention or something" Carly said.
"But without it, what's gonna stop the nausia!?" Dash whined.
"Oh cry me a river.. It's your own fault" Carly cried.
"No, it's the fault of my cell mate, for stiffing my drink" Dash cried angrily.
"Well, a smart woman would of realized that accepting a beer at all male prison is never a smart idea" Carly said annoyedly.
"Someone stiffed her?" Franklin asked.
"Attractive alcoholic woman in the same jail cell as you.. Wouldn't you?" Carly teased.
"... Yes" Franklin admitted.
"You've been hanging around Lamar too much." Carly chuckled.
Can't think of anything else, so it ends here..
Feel free to use to new characters.. But with permission.
Except Sarah.. She won't really need permission by this point.. I consider our stories in the same universe..
