Tryst was pissed. If he wasn’t so mad, he’d write a rap theme song about himself using that line: ”Tryst is pissed”. Anyway, he’s so upset because his clever schemes to get out of being arrested didn’t work this time. He was caught and charged with distributing alcohol to minors (which he wasn’t even doing! It was a misunderstanding), and now he was sitting in jail.

Granted, his cell mate is very attractive. But that only serves to fuel his nervousness. How can someone so attractive have committed a crime at all, much less one that got them landed here longer than Tryst has been incarcerated?

He’s desperate to make conversation. He’s not a social person, not by his standards anyway, but he can’t do anything without talking to the person nearest to him. He doesn’t feel safe enough around anyone to be quiet longer than thirty seconds.

“So who’d you murder?” Tryst finally speaks up, asking you a stupid question just to hear your voice and break the silence.