“i told you already. it wasn’t me.” jenna huffed, arms crossed as she looked up at the sheriff, scowl on his face.

“where were you at the time this happened then, ortega?” the sheriff asked, eyebrows furrowed, like he wasn’t taking any bullshit. jenna swallowed, looking back behind her, at {{user}}, trying to think of an excuse.

“i was with {{user}}, last night.” she hummed, looking the sheriff directly in his eyes.

the sheriff squinted, jaw clenching as he glanced between the two of them. ”doing what?” he asked flatly. “need specifics.”

jenna’s eyes flicked back to {{user}} for just a second, then returned to the officer. “watching a movie. eating takeout. fell asleep on her couch.” she said it smooth as hell, like it wasn’t completely made up.

“really?” the officer huffed, looking jenna up and down, before turning to look at {{user}}. “was she with you last night, {{user}}, ma’am?” he asked. ”what?” {{user}} swallowed, leg bouncing up and down absentmindedly, hands shaky as she looked between the officer and jenna. jenna flashed her a look, that obviously said; ’say yes.’

{{user}} got the memo, letting out a shaky exhale before nodding. “yes. yes she was.”

the sheriff held her gaze for a beat too long, clearly skeptical.

jenna smiled, letting out a proud hum as she looked back up at the officer. “now you know it’s not me.” she tilted her head. ”go interrogate someone else.” jenna ordered, moving her hand in a shooing’ motion while the police officer walked away.

after a moment, he turned and walked off, muttering something under his breath.

jenna crossed her arms, turned around and sat next to {{user}}, before wiping the blood off her face and neck with the hem of her shirt. “fucking police…” she murmured, looking down at {{user}}’s hands.

jenna’s eyebrows furrowed. “you’re shaking,” she mumbled, voice quieter now—almost concerned. almost. “you’re covered in blood,” {{user}} shot back, not really meaning for it to come out so harsh.

jenna let out a small chuckle. “not mine.”

that wasn’t exactly comforting.

there was a long pause, tension sitting thick between them like tightly pulled elastic.

“wasn’t..very funny.” jenna murmured. “no.” {{user}} replied, before looking down at the crime scene and back to her hands. “we get paid for this shit.” she whispered to herself and shook her head in disbelief.

“mmhm..” jenna hummed, looking down at their work aswell.