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[ WOKE UP IN JAIL ]

Where are you? Why is your bed so hard? Why is someone peeing right by your head?
Oh right. Because you got pinched last night. Welcome to the slammer, baby.

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Reason(s) you're in jail:

1. Indecent Exposure
Nobody wanted to watch you strut around with everything hanging out, and someone called you on it. Hope they gave you a jumpsuit or you're going to be prison eye candy.

2. Drunk and disorderly conduct
"Wassat, occifer? No... I'm not dru-*hic* drunk. I'm unner the legal limit. Wooo!" No, no you're not. You're way over. Sleep it off, buddy.

3. Vandalism
Oh, you naughty thing. You got busted stealing that 'Chickens X-ing' sign. Or was it drawing boobs on the drive-thru clown? Either way, tsk tsk.

4. B&E
Apparently your friend didn't think you kicking in his window to sneak in and leave him a 'present' was as good of an idea as you thought it was. Well, no love for HIM. *hmph*

5. Grand Theft Auto
The car was BEGGING to go for a ride. It called to you with its sireny car-call. And you just had to answer. If it hadn't been for the damn spike belt...

6. Kidnapping
Trust me, there are better ways to get money to pay for your Bieber concert tickets.

7. Murder
Talk about being caught red handed. You got caught red armed. And faced. And front. You're messy.

8. Any/all of the above
Ooooh... You've been REALLY naughty, haven't you? Actually, you kind of scare me.

Relationship of the person tagging:

1. Cohort in Crime.

2. Person coming to bail you out. (or not)

3. Jailer/Warden.

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Ezera hoped that a criminal defense lawyer was one she'd never need in her lifetime but agreed that maybe she'd be able to make her a recommendation. "That'd be cool."

Was it humorous that Matthew knew criminal defense lawyers or was that just her? Yeah, must just be her.

Ezera lifted her brow. It stayed there even after the food arrived. Her first thought was, 'of course,how can you even ask that' until she remembered what he told her before. She took a moment to decide how she would approach the response and another moment to ensure that she wouldn't just accidentally sputter out an eloquent emotionally charged 'duh'.

"I'd say that's worth caring about. Why do you feel it's not?" She asked, taking the ketchup container and pounding on the bottom a little harder than she had to in order to get the ketchup out.

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"I'll ask her, then."

Matthew's attention shifted to the food as soon as it was placed down. He tasted everything on the plate first before digging in with real enthusiasm. Food was far, far more interesting to him than morality.

He shrugged. "They're dead either way," he said. "No sense worrying about it now."

"Thanks." Ezera said taking another sip of her coffee. She couldn't quite touch her food though, her appetite quite diminished with his response. Ezera picked at her fries and just ended up pushing them around on her plate.

"No. They're dead because you kill them. Good people. I mean, what did they do to deserve that? Nothing. And those families and friends left behind forever changed because what, someone told you to do it? How does that make any sense?"

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Matthew shrugged yet again.

"You think life is supposed to make sense? That it's supposed to be fair? I know you're not that naive.

I don't have answers for you. I have a job to do, and I do it. I like my job. It's what I was made for."

"No. But we each play our part. We choose if we're going to make things wretched for other people or if we're going to let them be, nevermind help them." This coffee was not black enough. Ezera motioned over to the waitress who came by and refilled her cup. Her burger was getting cold.

"Well, that's just it, Matthew. That's just it." Ezera looked at him and shook her head. "It's what you were made for. It's what someone else decided you were going to be. It wasn't a choice, hell, you weren't given one from the sound of it. And that's, well, that's fucked up. Because how do you know what you even really believe if you were never given the choice to make up your own damn mind?" Ezera cleared her voice and sipped her coffee, shaking her head. "It's not right."

He watched her, face blank. Not because he was trying to be an asshole - he was just genuinely having a hard time understanding what she was driving at.

"You're upset."

Cue frozen incredulous look. Silence. Like a statue, she stared at him. Until she threw her hands up.

"Of course I'm upset! Arrgh!" She plucked a fry off her plate and attacked it. It was the only reason she was still sitting here. Yes, he was a killer. But he was made one. Someone did this to him and that was an injustice too, wasn't it? Yes, yes it damn well was. "Upset might actually be an understatement."

"Can't be good for your blood pressure."

He leaned back. His appetite had not been affected, so his plate was nearly clear. He glanced around the restaurant idly. There was a man at the other end of the diner who looked away too fast.

Matthew sat forward again, body filled with sudden subtle tension.

"Might have a problem."

Her blo...her blood pressure, he says. Hahaha! She thinks of someone else that has the tendency to raise her blood pressure. She's about to kick him under the table--softly (cause she ain't that crazy)--but thinks better of it.

Another fry gets crushed between her teeth and then another. Oh, yeah, she's going to mangle these fries in her frustration at the whole thing. She's so absorbed in all of it that she doesn't get a read on Matt's body language.

"Yeah, you think?" She retorts hotly, thinking he's maybe taken what she said to heart while she stabs at a piece of tomato.

He leaned forward a little bit more, careful to look like he was simply speaking casually to her. As such, he kept his eyes on Ezera only.

"There's a man at the back of the room giving us the eye. Talk about anything - I wanna check him out but I don't want him to think we've noticed."

"Sure." She says, still hot on the tail of her righteous indignation of what was both done to him and what he did. "Let's discuss that in the real world, what you described to me is called brain washing." She popped another fry in her mouth and pointed a finger at him for emphasis. "How's that?"

Ezera was dying to take a look over her shoulder, but forced herself to look directly at Matt. "If you take my fries, I'll come after you but if you want my veggie burger you can help herself." Don't look, don't look, don't look.

The man in the back of the room did look at them and while he had ripped his gaze away before and looked down at his menu (again), after a few moments, his gaze flickered toward them.

"Sweetheart, I was raised by the government. They've been perfecting brainwashing since MK Ultra and shit."

He looked at Ezera, not the man. He let her talk, consciousness sinking slightly as he reached...

"He's a fucking cop," Matthew snorted. "Great. What do you wanna do about it?"

"MK what?" But there were other, more pressing matters at hand.

Like how the hell did he know that guy was a cop? Was he wearing a uniform? Ezera couldn't tell from here and there was nothing mirrored to look into. She took another slow sip of her quickly cooling coffee. It gave her moment longer before entertaining Matthew's question. Her shoulders went slightly rigid.

"If he had anything concrete, he would have been up our butts already, right?" She pressed her lips down. "Is he alone?"

"Ultra," he said, not paying attention either.

"Yeah, he's alone. I don't know what he's up to - if I scan too deep he might notice. I'm a better telekinetic than telepath. But yeah, if he's alone then he must just suspect us of something.

I vote we kill him."

That's right. The telepath part. So that's how that works? Christ. Wait, so he could just willy-nilly trapeze through anyones mind? Her mind? Muthaf...

Ezera's eyes shot up from her coffee to look up at Matt. The words came outta her mouth faster than she could filter them. "Yeah? Well, I vote that you calm your ass down." She shot back in a low voice. "No one else has to die." This wasn't happening, this wasn't happ...of course it was. "What? You're telling me that with all your training, you can't get out of this without hurting someone?"

He looked at her like maybe she was simple.

"The fuck you think is gonna happen if we just walk off? To me? Nothing. To you? They arrested your ass, what if they find you and blame you for the dead guys?"

He drummed his fingers on the tabletop.

"I could fuck his mind up. Make him forget he saw us."

Wouldn't be the first time. She thought bitterly.

"They have nothing on me because I didn't kill anyone." Except that she knew the truth of how little that mattered if the wrong cops were involved. But they hadn't booked her yet when Matt arrived so she felt somewhat confident that whatever the cop knew wasn't enough to hang her on.

"What?! No. No." Ezera looked at him as if he was growing six heads. "That man has done nothing wrong. He's doing his job. Are you really that callous? No sense of humanity or how messed up that is? Nothing?" She looked at the door. "What if we leave? Together. Take a few cabs. Split up. Lose him. Double back a few times."

Right now, she wasn't worried about the cop. She was worried about what Matthew would do to him if she didn't try to sell him on something else like a jaded street hustler.

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Humanity? Cute."

He shrugged. "Okay, okay, you want this done without him getting hurt. Fine."

He stood up with a sigh and walked toward the cop's table.

Hey, wait. "Matt." She hissed lowly after him as he walked away. "Cute? Cute!?" Ezera stood up as well, while bounce-sliding out of the booth and throwing more money on the table then was needed before she quickly strode behind him and caught his hand.

And give the woman an Oscar because her face was light and calm, her body language relaxed even though inside she was coiled up like a spring.

"Ah, Matthew?" She started in a sweet low sing-song voice. "When I say that I don't want someone getting hurt, it doesn't actually translate to, 'as long as he can walk it off, it's in the ballpark', ok?"

Oh, didn't they just look like the best of friends? Pfft.

She nodded to the door which was just right there. "We should just go." Yeah, didn't he just veto that idea?

Matthew looked at her. Then he just turned and looked at the cop.

"I know what you are," he said in a voice made to ring across battlefields. "You have no idea what I am. Forget all about tonight, sweetheart, and you'll be much happier. Healthier, too."

He turned back to Ezera.

"He's lucky you were here. Let's go."

Sweetheart? That's just...that's just great. Ezera pressed her lips together, squeezing her eyes shut as his voice rang out and lightly shook her head. If there was a god, the ground would have opened up and just swallowed her whole. As it were...

She looked at the officer with his cup frozen half-way up to his mouth. With one hand, she was pushing Matt toward the door while taking mini steps in that direction too.

"So sorry. Haha. Can you believe," she started with a half-nervous laugh, "we thought that you were my ex. The guy's been following me around like a puppy lately. Bit of a wierdo." Retreat, retreat! "But now that I'm up close to you I can clearly see that you're not him!" She said while back peddling. "My bad. Sorry. M'kay. Sorry. Well, um. BYE!"

She followed Matt out grumbling a trail of somethings under her breath. "Luck?....shitting me....can't believe..."

It was a lot cooler outside now. The nip of fall was in the air. "He's just going to be more suspicious now."

Ezera herding Matthew out the door looked an awful lot like a Pomeranian shepherding a Great Dane. Still, he went.

"YOU'RE the one who didn't want me just fucking with his brain," he reminded her. "Whatever. If he follows us again we're doing things my way."

It had been effective, hadn't it? Ok, then. This bitch was getting a bit irked with the whole situation but she was also walking a fine line between wondering, 'he wouldn't just kill me if I annoyed him, right?' and 'um, yeah, he probably would so...zip it.' But sometimes, none of that matters.

"And for good reason!" She said with hand gestures to highlight her frustration. "Oh my God, don't be a bully, no one likes a bully. He's just doing his job. Need I remind you that not more than an hour and a half ago, you popped a guy's head like a zit and I just waltzed out of jail?" Ezera shook her head. "I should have totally had a Netflix and chill night. I even told myself, "Ezera, it's going to be one of those nights." She threw her hands up, her voice exasperated. "And here we are!" Must be Tuesday!

He'd started to protest when she called him a bully - say something about effective tactics - but she just rolled right along and he found himself at a loss for words.

At least until she ended on such an absurd note. Then he just started laughing a little.

"...it's Wednesday," he corrected her, wondering if she was going to hit him.

Ezera came to a dead halt and deadpanned at him until her brow crept slowly up her forehead while her hands hung listlessly at her side. "Don't make me do it." She threatened ominously.