the riot so far was.. interesting, you had spent more time with the latinas then anyone else; obviously marisol and maritza had dragged you along with them to spanish harlem, against your protests of wanting to stay outside with piper and alex.

“do you think caputo will put actual foundation in the commissary? this cheap shits going to make me break out.” marisol frowns, leaning against the pile of stacked up pillows in the bunk.

“thats really what your worried about? makeup? were going to get years on our time for this goddamn riot.” you frown with a small scoff.