Gene walked out of the movie feeling actually pretty good. Jaws was a good movie. Old, but good. Usually, they only showed old. So he was smiling a bit as he headed back to E Block. The block was pretty quiet with Shaw in cleaning duty followed by therapy and Ho off doing Gene didn’t know or want to know what. He flopped on his bed and grabbed a book. Jaws. He opened it from the beginning and started to read it again. On his desk is the October 2020 issue of Island Fisherman Magazine - Vancouver Island's Premiere Fishing Resource.
Dante had watched the movie as well but had made a phone call to Lydia and the rest of his foster family after because he noticed there was a short line at the phones. He was less devastated after those calls. He missed his family of course but the kids were silly and Lydia kept her part light. He didn’t feel the same agony of separation he did with Gen. So now he casually walked into Unit E and saw Gene’s feet as he seemed to be laying down reading a book. He poked his head in Gene’s doorway and saw he was reading Jaws and cracked up “Didn’t we just see it? You’re obsessed man...obsessed.” He noticed the fishing magazine “You fish? I had to learn during the fog...like gardening and other stuff.”
Gene looks over the book at the sound of laughter and Dante’s voice. “Fuck you.” he says, putting the book aside and pointing to the cylinder bolted to the floor that served as his desk chair. Of course, everything was bolted down. “Father O’Keeffe sent me the book and the magazine, just in time for me to read before I saw the movie again.” he grins and nods. “Yea man, I love fishing. I used to pull pike out of the Ottawa for this Mohawk lady named Jamie. She would cook it up with some corn soup and let me stay for dinner. Bright times, man .. good food and bright times.” he nods at the magazine. “Father O’Keeffe says that I will be living in BC when I get out, so I should learn what I can catch here.” he snorts. “He talks like I’m getting out tomorrow half the time.”
Dante smiles “Be funny if you got out before me. And depressing...I guess either way one of us is going to be left here with Shaw and Ho. Jamie sounds cool. My foster family was celebrating Stone’s birthday. He just turned 7…..little monkey boy. Gen actually bought him a present from us...some kinda lego race car thing. I probably would have just taken him to a movie but it was cool of her. Maybe he can finally sit still through one...he’s a bit hyperactive. Elle, his sister, is way more chill...like little grown up sometimes. I think she saw something bad though….her dad killed her mom and their baby brother. Elle and Stone ran when their mom told them too. We’re all fosters for a reason. Mina’s parents died in the quake. She saw their bodies and it was bad. She’s 12 going on 16 right now I swear. I know I was like that but it’s kinda freaky to watch, especially on a girl who last year looked like a little girl.”
Gene snorts. “Not likely, so cheer up. I got arrested on July 8th and spent some time in the hospital. During that time they cleaned me up and put me in front of the cameras and convicted me. I came here July 14th, but was on C Block in my room the whole time except to drink my meals. And then here on August 11th just like you. I’d have to get out like a month before you just for us to serve the same time.” he rolls his eyes. “Shaw and Ho been here way longer than either of us. They might get out before you, but I doubt it. Me? I know what the Padre and Natalie are saying, but I’m not holding my breath. I’m probably better off here.” he proclaims. Then he smiles about Stone’s birthday, but it also fades. “Well happy birthday little Stone. But Jesus on Mina. That had to be rough.” he grimaces. “Girls change a lot more than we do, man. One day nothing and then .. hips and tits …”
Dante steps in now and sits on the end of the bed, pulling up his feet to rest on the edge. He was very comfortable with Gene, they had a brotherhood in many ways. He listened to Gene’s whole timeline and nodded along but then said “No one’s better off here but I get it...could be worse than here to...tried as adults….stuck with the A Holes or the D Bags...dead..” He laughs because dead or those two blocks could be a toss up. He smiles about Stone and nods about Mina “That’s exactly what happened and then the black eyeliner and the short short skirts and this move with her phone every time someone walks past…” He mines turning a phone over or clutching it to your body “I worry what she’s up to…..guys like Skelly finding their way to her…” Then he shrugs “I know your foster deal was a shit show but did you ever have any other kids you connected with before it all got bad?”
Gene nods when Dante gets it. Then he winces about Mina. “Oh, she doesn’t want anyone to see who she’s texting.” he nods about guys like Skelly and then he thinks of past foster siblings. “Yea .. sort of. I know I say I figured out that fucking foster mothers made my life easier, but it wasn’t just me, you know? It was all of us. If I did her good .. made her cum as much as she wanted or whatever .. basically fucked her right .. she’d be in a good mood. Maybe buy treats for the younger kids. They were all like that. Before the Laurent house .. the last one … the kids a little under me figured out what I was doing and if her mood got bad they’d ask me to … you know .. cheer her up. I don’t think any of us knew it was wrong, but I damn sure told my little foster sisters never to be like our foster mothers.”
Dante frowns and rubs the back of his neck “That’s so fucked up….how do you not just hate sex now? I know that’s a weird question but when that was your intro...I can’t imagine. I mean I’m assuming you and Dani…” He breaks off realizing it might be too painful a question “Sorry….I just hate how you were used or put in that role Gene.”
Gene laughs. “Well .. sex does feel good, so that helped a bit but yea … I’m done with older women, I hope. If I DO get released before I can apply for emancipation, I really hope the foster mother’s husband takes care of her .. or maybe they aren’t all freaks with husbands who can’t make them cum in BC.” he considers. “Dani … I don’t know … well, she was Indigenous too … that might have helped me. But…” he thinks about it. “I think it was .. she made eyes at me first, you know. And she was younger .. older than me, but not old enough to be MY mother.” he snorts a little sadly. “Maybe I am like that guy Gen’s friend likes. A girl has to take me by the hand and let me know she wants me … but no strings attached. Oh fuck if I know. I guess I just want sex from a woman who doesn’t have the power to fuck up my whole life with one phone call or talk with her husband or a fucking social worker.” he sighs, sitting up a bit more. “But even with Dani … I was the only other Indigenous in our school, well one, but he was a fucking greasy drunk. I wasn’t and she liked that .. so .. there’s another string. How did you know Gen was ‘it’ for you? Maybe love, or at least sex, just comes with a fuck ton of puppet strings for me.”
Dante takes in everything Gene is saying and nods “Well yeah it does feel good...that’s why we all do it…” He laughs a bit. “Nolan...that guy..I think he’s just shy and his family….well here’s where it gets messy. He’s Brett’s little brother. Gen seems ok with him and her friend Elise but I dunno...small towns. He’s not his brother. He keeps apologizing for Brett which is sad.” He sighs and looks wistful about Gen “We just knew….it was like being hit by lightning the second we touched. I mean I knew when I saw her...but more when we touched. And not like sex….that came later...not much later...but even just our hands. I’m coming off as some fucking cheeseball romantic I know...but just bam. I’ve never known anything like it, although I’m told it’s an Alexandra thing. Maybe we’re all cheeseball romantics.”
Gene arches his brows when he hears about Nolan. “Oh, shit … the poor guy. I get it, but … shit.” He looks interested in how it went with him and Gen. “Well, I’m not an Alexandrian, so their spirits could probably give a fuck less about me. But it sounds nice … weird, but nice. Then again …” he motions to himself. “You’re young and attractive. I only used to be.” he grins, as always careful not to show his snaggly teeth. “I think the next foster mother I might try and get her to let me get a job … save up some money to get my mouth fixed, then go to Alexandra and see if I can get struck by lightning.” he half teases, then realizes that the dentist in Alexandra is Gen’s father, which might get Dante thinking about Gen again. “But by then I’ll be too old to get it up, so I should just be happy with my other talents .. and at least I know I have other talents.”
“Dude we’ll never be too old to get it up….don’t depress me.” Dante snickers “I plan to be a randy old man. Gen has no idea. Hopefully she can be my dirty old lady. ‘M sure we can find you one too…..we just need to get through this shit.” He kicks at the cinder block wall with his laceless shoe. “Besides you’re like a year older than me?” He snorts. “So what are you other talents aside from fishing and losing at cards?” He half teases.
Gene lights his hand to his mouth and laughs out loud at either one of them becoming a dirty old man. “We’ll get through it. So far we’ve been able to stay out of trouble, and that’s the first fucking step.” he nods. “Yea. I’m 16 and not a bad fisherman, even if I do suck at cards.” he snorts. “I’m a great fuck, but I don’t want to do that anymore. But also …” he holds up a finger. When I was 14, I had a neighbour who started teaching me to repair computers. I even took part of an online course .. lied about my age and shit. Fucked the money out of my foster mother to pay for it. Almost got certified when her husband figured out she was doing me. Dumb bitch called out the wrong name in bed when he finally took her and I was in another foster home before I could finish the course. He told them I was stealing from them.” he rolls his eyes. “So I can repair computers now. THAT might actually make me some legitimate money … if I can find someone willing to overlook that pesky attempted murder conviction.”
Dante scoffs “Pesky...well it clears at 18 at least or seals. Computer repair is huge. And again your fucked up life but even part of a course is a thing you can sell yourself with...not like that I mean like on a resume and shit. Mind you it would be funny to put prostitution, theif and shit like that down as skills. Can you imagine Ho’s resume? Actually let’s stop there or we’ll be sick.” He shudders.
Gene nods. “Yea, so .. two years, I can be a real adult instead of whatever the fuck I’ve been the last four or five years.” he grimaces about Ho and his record. “Yea let’s not.” he considers. “See you have that sweet life, Dante. You didn’t lose your job or your girl or your home. When you get out of here, you can go back to school and when you hit 19 marry Gen and start that stereotypically Catholic family. And I’m happy for you. I envy it, but you give me something to aim for, if that makes any fucking sense.”
Dante looks self conscious “I never thought anyone would say those things about me…..I wasn’t always lucky. I’m not trying to show off, and I’ll never take anything for granted. Come with me Gene. I just feel like you might find your way on Alexandra too. I can’t explain why.”
Gene holds up his hand. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad, man. It’s nothing but truth.” he considers. “Alexandra sounds like a great place. Of course if I can’t get out before I can be legally emancipated … and for a guy like me, that means by the time I’m 18 … it means another foster home … and that means … well … it just means you’d have to wait for me. But you sold me on Alexandra. If nothing else…” he shrugs. “The best friend I ever had comes from there.” he snorts. “Never thought I’d ever say that about a guy I met in juvie.”
Dante had been nodding along and grinning a bit but when Gene called him the best friend he’d ever had he felt a lump in his throat. He’d never had one of those before but yeah...Gene was. He gave him a cheesy grin and made a fist to bump Gene’s “Back atcha man. Let’s not get too mushy or they’ll be rumours.” He joked. But it was one of the nicest things he’d ever heard.
Gene fist bumped. “Yea. No need to advertise it.” he agrees. “Hey … Thanksgiving is in a couple weeks … you celebrate it?” he wonders.
Dante chuckles “You want to ask me about Thanksgiving? I eat turkey and pie...although this year in here it might be some kinda turkey flavoured Clik loaf monstrosity. Maybe I can ask Lydia to mail us a pie….they’ll dig through it for shivs and we can salvage the remains.” He snorts.
Gene shrugs. “In my heart I hate it. Of course, I didn’t have a lot of choice in my foster homes, but also here…” he motions around. “I’ll celebrate just about any fucking thing. Oh if Lydia could mail us a pie … no … that’s too much to hope for. Maybe the Church will donate real turkey loaf? Better than Clik but still not the real thing Just .. some kind of real food?”
Dante smirks “For what it’s worth I'll ask about the pie. Seriously I still get excited when we get an orange in the food hall. I swear I’ve lost weight...not that I had any to lose. I still don’t get why they feed us the institutional slop. Who did we grow those veggies for? I haven’t seen a single pea or carrot unless they bowl the fuck out of them and that’s our flavourless stews. It would be so much cheaper to let us make real food. They don’t even need cooks...just rotate us on cooking. Maybe they’re scared we’ll poison one another.”
Gene nods. You and me both .. real fruit. And …” he holds his arms out. “I KNOW I’ve lost weight. I was already lean, but 6 weeks of liquid food .. shit you probably saw me when I came in here. And I haven't gained any of it back, that’s for damn sure.” he snorts. “You’ve heard Shaw. There's vegetables in the stew. I still say the green is mold, but … hey if Shaw wants to feed us delusions about good food … I won’t stop him. It makes him happy. Besides they probably have to by law … meet our nutritional needs .. so they throw in one carrot and two dozen peas for the … how ever many of us fools are in here … and our nutritional needs are met. Remember I drank my nutritional needs. If they thought that was cheaper they’d give it to all of us.
Dante looks at Gene’s arm and holds out his own which is possibly skinnier because he’s a smaller guy. “You win on liquids...yuck. Yeah I know Shaw and his gourmet prison palate. But he also told me his favourite food is mac and cheese with wieners and ketchup. Talk about a waste of talent. There’s nutrition and there’s mental health...and fuck man eating real food is beter for all of that.”
Gene compares their arms. He’s taller and a little broader but …. They're both too thin. When Dante tells him that Shaw’s favorite dish is mac and cheese, wieners and ketchup he closes his eyes as if receiving horrible news. “That boy … just … Maybe being raised by the fucking French made me a food snob, but …. “ he sighs. “Man I’d almost kill for some corn soup. It’s like the only Mohawk food I can make, but it’s good shit. Jamie makes it better than me but … and fried fish … man …” he looks at Dante. “Fuck it, if we’re gonna hurt ourselves … what’s your favorite foods?”
Dante snorts “I support the French food snobbery after eating dinner at Gen’s house. That’s some good food.” He groans and puts a hand on his belly “Oh it is painful to think about. And that corn soup sounds fuckin awesome. I love corn, corn flour, tortillas, big buttery ears of corn….I make these things called Papusas that are like beans and cheese in a pocket of corn flour. Sometimes meat but the black bean is my favourite. I like so many foods. Honestly just a really good pizza….and I’m not talking generic pizza place pizza but like doughy soft crust with sauce….good sauce. Lydia makes one from the garden tomatoes with just a bit of a kick….then all the mozzarella, fresh tomatoes, some peppers maybe, onion... basil….we had to sue goat cheese in the fog but we have mozza back now thank the gods. I love pizza. It’s probably my favourite food when it’s made right.” He sighs and leans back letting his head rest on the wall “Beautiful fucking agony.” He laughs.
Gene listens to the list of foods and groans. “Us Indiginous and our corn.” he laughs. “I love fish … I could live off of it and corn … and other vegetables.” his eyes go wide at the description of the pizza sauce made from garden tomatoes. “Oh my fucking god. That pizza sounds amazing.” he leans back also. “Basically anything made with fresh ingredients and I am in heaven. Fruits and vegetables … that goat cheese sounds really interesting.” he looks like he is just realizing something. “So you guys had to grow your own stuff, eh? What about money? I mean if Lydia had extra tomatoes did she like trade for flour or that goat cheese?” he snorts. “And what about sex? You haven’t mentioned a kid yet .. or many kids. Well, condoms can be good for a few years, but you weren't the only guy on the island, right?” he is very curious about this island that vanished and reappeared. “And what about unwanted pregnancies … were abortions a thing?”
Dante nods “Fish is good. I mean I’m an islander. We eat a lot of it. And yeah on the fresh thing. That’s why this place is such fucking hell for us. Seriousy I can live without the internet in my pocket...did for 3 years already….but the food thing...fuck.” He takes in all the questions “There was definitely barter but also just cooperation. People worked together pooled together. If you pitched in your family got rations of the stuff everyone had access to. Some things were a special treat. And eventually condoms did run out yeah. But humans gotta human. We were just careful. I never thought I’d ask girls so many questions about their periods...during the fog, you picked your times…..and if it wasn’t a safe time….you just didn’t fuck...I mean there’s other options. Although I don’t think I really got good at that until Gen….she told me what she wanted instead of letting me guess. I love that about her. And we still had a clinic, like a small hospital. I didn’t knock anyone up so I’m not really sure. But if someone wanted an abortion they could have gotten one there. Babies were born but it seems like a normal amount. People were careful like I said.”
Gene nods. “Barter system. And … yea … I guess most guys fumble through sex for years.” he shrugs. “I had grown married women who knew what they wanted and told me exactly what to put where, when and how for how long.” he sighs. “Like I said I didn’t know it was wrong for the longest fucking time. Anyway …” he moves a bit. “I’m really interested in this place. It sounds … I mean. I have years to get to a point where I can get there, but I’m fascinated by it. Didn’t you say they cut themselves off from the ferry? Like … all this shit on the news and not a word about the ferry being cut off any of the other islands. Cause … well that would cut them off from the mainland.”
Dante nodded “We have this young kick ass mayor and he’s just on it...ya know. We had a little outbreak but we lost a few people and our clinic is small. They were slammed because at the time there was really just one doc and one main nurse…..I think they pulled in a few more nurse types during and now I heard they even have a second doc. He treated Brett..” Dante sneers a bit “Anyhow we coulda been hit really fucking hard but the cuttoff contained it. I’m just hoping they don’t have to do it again on my release day...Levi says he’s got other ways of getting me home if they do. I swear that guy’s like connected….to I dunno what but it’s feel bigger than a law firm you know? Just a hunch. Maybe I’m paranoid.”
Gene looks impressed. “Well, they’ve been moving guys around here and the blocks are pretty small. I heard P block is isolated because of the virus. Couple of others, too. We don’t even share their dining room, so I’m not too worried. My guess is they figure we’re young and if we get it, we’ll just shake it off, no problem.” he rolls his eyes. “They got money. That firm. Maybe that’s it. Natalie says she’s working on my case. Talking to people …” he purses his lips. “That part sort of scares me. I mean I can’t get in any more trouble than attempted murder, but I kept getting moved because of theft, which is what these guys told Social Services every time I got tossed out. She just seems so confident in getting me out of here to some happily ever after … my words, not hers. I mean maybe she’s just optimistic?”
Dante grimaces “I figured it would get in here….but yeah easy to close us off. I mean hell if they slide that door shut and we skip showers they could isolate E block in less than a minute. Anyone can get it real bad though or die...not to be a fuckin downer.” He nods about the firm having money “Buy what they want….I guess.” He listens about Natalie and Gene’s case and smiles ruefully “Theft? Fuckin bastards. Take the hope….I dunno she’s kick ass. Maybe it’ll come true.”
Gene scoffs. “Don’t give them any ideas. We have toilets and sinks … so as far as they’re concerned we have all we need for basic hygiene. Who needs showers?” he grins. “If she wants to buy my freedom, I have no problem with that.” he jokes and nods. “Theft, because ‘he’s screwing my wife because I won’t’ is too much a kick in the balls for them. I told Natalie the truth, but I hope she doesn’t try and get them arrested for it. I mean … I’d have to testify to all of it. I wasn’t a rape victim .. or maybe I was .. I don’t know but in a way it’s just as embarrassing for me as it is for them.”
Dante makes a face “Sink washing...we’d still stink pretty fast. And yeah take it man….after all the shit.” He sighs gravely “You probably don’t want to hear this but it was rape and exploittion of course. I mean you were underage and they were adults. And not only did they try it or let you but then they made it an exchange for basic stuff they should have been doing anyway….never mind when money got involved. Gene you got a shit deal, a real shit deal. Let Natalie nail them to the fuckin wall. Most people who foster do it because they really care about kids and want to help the ones who don’t have anyone. Lydia told me she started with her best friend’s baby because her life fell apart and then she just had to keep going...i mean she had three bio kids too and a foster who became a son even though she never adopted him….guess that’s my deal too now. I mean who wants a 15 year old tattooed freak with a juvie record?” He laughs.
Gens sighs. “I know. I know. Statutory rape, explotation of a minor and Natalie mentioned defrauding the government, too. The men should have protected me, but instead they put all the blame on me and put me back in the system. I know some people do it to help kids … I just never met any. Closest has been you and your foster mom.” he chuckles. “I personally love your ink, but that’s me. And you got a job tattooing, so that makes wearing ‘fuck life’ on your hands perfectly acceptable. Plus … all of this goes away like it never happened the day we turn 18.” he motions around his cell waving his hands like a magician. “Clean slate. Poof.” he huffs again. “Except we’ll always remember this and what got us here. And so will anyone who digs deep enough into our past. But I guess that’s OK … I can definitely get behind a new start in life.”
Dante nods “They should have protected you. I didn’t go through what you did but even with that stupid picture...everyone thinks a guy just wants it all the time right? So yeah...it’s never ok. I hope Natalie charges some of them. That firm didn’t put Gen on the stand….so think on that.” He smiles “Clean slate is what I look forward to. Even if I have a job...I mean nothing’s forever right? What if I want to do something else 10 years in. I can’t imagine it now but people do.”
Gene shrugs. “That’s not how adults work in my reality, Dante. No one ever protected me. And the women … yea … first it was touching and telling me how good that felt, then how good I could make them feel and then what I’d get if I did. That’s all adults ever did. When I couldn't do anything for them it was just the back of the hand ‘shut up you useless bastard’, and then I had something they wanted … the women at least … so I wasn’t so useless anymore.” he sighs. “The first adult to really stand up for me was Natalie. Not even my court lawyer. He just told me to sign the plea, so I signed the plea.” he looks at Dante. “You can have the tattoos removed, at least on your hands. But maybe in 10 years no one will care if you’re inked up, as long as you can do the fucking job, you know? I don’t have any ink, but I’ve known a few that did and the ink always means something. Even if it saying ‘fuck life’ it has meaning.” he shrugs. “At least something meant enough for you to immortalize it on your body.” he had no such thing.
Dante winces at Gene’s foster experience,as every piece he heard made it all the more horrible, looks at his knuckles “Yeah….the meaning has changed since I did it. I had considered removal but I’ll keep them, at least for now. I did them after my mom died and I was super messed up.” He pulls up one sleeve and shows the poke tattoo with the heart around it and the name Selena. “That one’s for her...been meaning to add some roses….she loved roses. I grow them now in memory. Hope someone’s watering them while I’m here. You saw the one for Gen….and the birds I don’t know….I just wanted an escape...I can do a tattoo for you one day too Gene but properly not a prison one.”
Gene grins faintly as he learns the meaning of the other tattoos. “That's incredible.” he looks at the name. “And I think it is interesting you put Gen’s on a tree. Immovable. The birds … well maybe its the mystic in me … OK no just my thoughts.” he chuckles. “The birds might have been you looking for your freedom .. escape.” he snorts. “I can interpret people’s tattoos for a living.” he looks surprised not only at the offer of a tattoo, but also at not wanting to do a prison variety. “If I ever think of something I want on my body the rest of my life, like you did, I’ll definitely let you know. Right now … I’m still a blank slate waiting.” he leans back. “I definitely don’t want it done here, even if I got flooded with brilliant ideas. I’m one of those people who remembers where I was for what. I’d always remember I got it in here. That’d ruin it.”
Dante puts a hand absently to his chest where the other ones are and smiles “I like your interpretations. I tend to keep them covered up so no one asks since some are poke and technically we could in here. So far no requests from Shaw, Ho or the D Bags and they’ve all seen me in the shower. It’s a weird set up...the open showers, I always hate that….like a trough urinal….” He makes a face “Anyhow Mr. Blank Slate...you got time to think it over.”
Gene snorts and rolls his eyes. “Well make sure you turn Ho down. I’m just saying … They don’t exactly regularly test around here. I only know I’m clean because of my little hospital stay. They tested me for everything since they had me. And as far as the open showers …” he sighs. “I know I don’t like being checked out by the guy passing me for the stall next to me and it’s happened. I just give em a BIG smile and they move on. The only upside to my teeth I can think of.” he laughs a little, rubbing his finger under his nose and hiding his open mouth. “Same at a trough urinal.” he shrugs. “I hate to sound religious but it’ll come to me .. the spirits guide me blah blah blah … Granted .. so far their guidance led me all the way across the country and right in here.”
Dante snorts “Oh don’t worry I’ll turn Ho down...for anything he asks me. I actually could care less if anyone checks me out as long as they leave me out of what they do with that. Not judging...but not interested.” He looks at Gene “So what’s the deal with your teeth….fights? Cavities? Just crooked?” Gene has been very good at keeping them hidden and now he’s bringing them up so he figures fair game to ask.
Gene nods in satisfaction. Ho was having a lot of sex, so was super high rish, especially in a prison. “Oh that fight that landed me in here was a knock down drag out. He broke a bunch of my front teeth before he got in a lucky punch and broke my jaw.” he snorts. “I really lost it then. Got him on the ground and just started swinging. Broke his jaw too. Broke his teeth AND knocked out three, plus a concussion and broken cheekbone before the cops for me off of him.” he shrugs. “Attempted murder…”
Dante nods in understanding “Pretty much similar to what I did to Brett..although Gen’s brother Sasha got a few hits in first so Brett was I dunno...I was very driven. Sorry about your injuries though. Do the broken teeth still hurt..like with hot or cold food and drink?”
Gene chuckles. “Really? How interesting.” he muses. “I broke his jaw on his left side and his cheek on the right. I was just wailing on the ass hole. And yea … I was pretty driven, too.” he sighs when asked about his teeth. “Sometimes.” he admits. “I mean here the food isn’t exactly too hot or hard, so that hasn’t been totally been tested. But I learned to let my coffee cool and be careful about ice water, that’s for sure. I better get used to it though, because it’s gonna be a while before it can get fixed.”
Dante can’t help but run his tongue over his own teeth. People talking about tooth stuff did that. “I’m amazed I have all mine. Just luck. And someday you’ll get it fixed and then then girls will just fall over in front of you begging for a smile.” He puts a hand on his heart and flutters his eyelids ridiculously.
Gene arches his brows. “Even after three years without a dentist?” he teases and then laughs at the idea of girls falling at his feet for a smile. “Just a smile? No kisses? And there’s not a damn thing wrong with my tongue, ladies.” he strikes a dramatic pose and lowers the hand he held over his mouth when he laughed. “Maybe if she’s blind, I’d stand a better chance.” he self deprecates. “But I still have a decent body .. I think I’m like a very muscular starvation victim.” he jokes, rolling his eyes.
Dante snorts “See you’re the whole package. Look out ladies..” He laughs and then kicks at Gene’s foot “Hey man let’s play some cards...can’t have you getting too overconfident now. War with two decks? Before Shaw comes in and begs for Go fish?” Cards was their go to for downtime now. They had less of it with school on but prison was all about making the time go by, serving time.
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