A C.O was letting people inside Michael and Sucre's cell.
"Middle cell. Cool in the summer, warm in the winter" It hit me, he was selling it.
I looked at T-Bag who was standing a little bit down from me and I made frantic motions towards the C.O and then the cell. T-Bag seemed to have got the hint as he went to go talk to the C.O.
I walked over to Westmorland's cell where everyone was.
"We have a problem, C.O's selling Michael and Sucre's cell" I said.
"And that ain't all. Mojo was bitchin' about the toilet so Geary's putting in a work order. They move that toilet... " T-Bag said.
"They find the hole" Westmorland said.
"We are all screwed" T-Bag said.
"How much did Mojo promise?" C-Note asked.
"$200" I said.
"Oh, gomer. See, you had me scared there for a second" As we walked outside C-Note walked over to Geary.
It was lunch time when I saw C-Note again, he slowly made his way over to the table where me, T-Bag and Westmorland were sitting.
"Oh what happened to your face?" I asked, about to get up and investigate closer, when I realised that they didn't know I was a girl.
"Whoo! Looks like the Bank of Africa wasn't allowing any withdrawals" I hit T-Bag over the head for being un sensitive.
"Look, we are gonna have to find another way to get that money, okay?" C-Note said.
"Well, I reckon that ain't too much of a problem for our friend here to rummage up. Ain't that so, DB?" T-Bag said.
"A, I'm not DB Cooper. And B, there's no visitation today. Which means that none of us can get any money from the outside world" Westmorland said as C-Note sighed.
"I guess that only leaves us with one real option. The Kitchen Game" I was confused until C-Note said.
"Gambling. That's your solution"
"Ah...son, trust me, when I play cards it ain't gambling. There's maybe five people in this country that can do what I do with a deck of cards"
"So why are you just bringing this up now?" I asked.
"Cause if Jesus over there catches you sleeving aces in the Kitchen Game...well, let's just say there are lots of knives handy. Course, you need 50 bucks just for the sit-in and, since we don't have any money, I'd say we're in a Catch-Double-Deuce" T-Bag explained.
T-Bag came up to my cell.
"Got the buy-in for the card game" He said.
"Go get our money, then"
"Unfortunately, you and I will are gonna have to be partners in this endeavor" I shot up from my bed.
"No! I can't play cards, I'm more of a watcher then a player" I said.
"Look, all you need to know is this - every time I deal, you bet big and never fold. See, if I'm winning every time I deal, I end up with a Colombian necktie. You know what I'm saying? But if you're the one raking in all the cash, well, I seriously doubt anyone would ever think you and I are working together" I bit my lip as he walked away. How the hell was I supposed to do?
I was in the game, holding my cards, doing my best not to break down screaming.
"No open seats. Gotta wait. Red! Crap or get off the pot" Jesus said.
"I'm thinking" I said, stalling for time.
"We ain't bettin' on CPT here, man. Either you gonna see his bet or you go outside and Million Con March or whatever your people do. Either way, get on with it, son" T-Bag said.
I pushed my pile of money forwards and declared.
"I'm in" Jesus smiled and showed his cards.
"Three bitches...bitches" and then to me "What you holdin'?" He asked.
"You tell me" I said, as I put my cards down.
"Full house"
"A full house. That's a concept a Mexican should be quite familiar with, hey, Jesus?" T-Bag chuckled as I pulled in all my winnings. Inside I was smiling, actually happy that I was pulling this off.
T-Bag leant over the money at the center, smelling it.
"Mm. Smell that kitty. Jacks or better. Trips to win" He said, he passed the deck to Jesus who split it.
"Last hand. I'm tired of losing all my money today" Jesus said as everyone chuckled.
"How much you up?" He asked me, I checked my pile of money.
"Uh...300?" I said.
"Does it hurt?" Pao asked me from across the table.
"What?"
"The horseshoe up your ass"
"I'd rather be lucky than good, Ping-Pong" I said as I looked at the cards T-Bag was dealing me, 6, 7, 8 and 9 of different suits, the last card flipped up on the table showing the 10 of diamonds.
"Misdeal. Bury the card"
"Man, I don't care if you saw my card" I said, trying to get it.
"Yeah, I bet you don't. Bury the card, Youngblood"
"Hey chill out man, it's not my fault he can't deal a pack of cards" I said.
"Oh, that there was just uncalled for. Now all right, you know, I'll tell you what. I'm gonna deal another hand if you're gonna be such a baby about it" T-Bag tried to pick up Jesus' cards but he grabbed his hand before he could.
"On a misdeal, you bury the card. Finish out the hand. House rules" He said.
T-Bag gave me a new card and when I saw the 2 my heart sank.
"I bet all I got. 82. Better have some aces shoved up there with that horseshoe or that pot's mine" Jesus said. I hesitated.
"You in or out?" He asked me.
I panicked and looked over at T-Bag who wouldn't look at me, he only raised his eyebrows, I took a deep breath and said.
"I'm in" Jesus smiled and picked up his cards, but I continued.
"And I raise you 74"
"I said I only got 82 left" Jesus said.
"Then I guess you're out of luck" I said, keeping my poker face.
"Never heard of a gentleman's game?" He asked me.
"Yes I have, but this isn't it. You want to borrow some money? Ask your boys. But I'm in here to make money, man. You want Welfare...better vote Democrat" I said. We stared at each other before Jesus slapped his cards down.
"You know what's good for you, you'll stay away from me in the yard" He said as he stormed out, I sighed with relief and picked up my winnings, sneaking in a smile at T-Bag as we walked out.
I walked up to C-Note and handed him the money.
"Go get the cell" I said.
We all sat at a table, feeling sorry for ourselves.
"All I can say is before I get out of here, Geary will pay. Believe that" I nodded my head with C-Note.
"No-one's getting out of here if Maintenance goes to replace Scofield's toilet" Westmorland said. We were interrupted by Sucre's cousin Manche.
"I got a way to help you with your Scofield problem"
"What'd you say, Slim?" T-Bag asked, his voice dangerous.
"Me and my cuz and Lincoln...came up with something. Now, it can work, but it's risky..."
"Scofield for re-admission to Gen Pop" I heard over the PA. I walked over to his cell and smiled at him when he noticed me.
"Hey, your back" I said.
"Hi" He said, as he hugged me.
"Did you get what you needed?" I asked, as he released me.
"Yeah, everything's back on track" I love it when a plan's on track.
AN: Wow two chapters in one day. Am I generous or not?