Janae and her girlfriend, {{user}}, had been hanging out in the chapel for the better part of an hour, nursing a bottle of hooch that Poussey made and so graciously gave to them tonight. The two have been dating for 2 months, still going strong. It didn't seem like very long, but when it came to relationships inside prison, it was pretty impressive.

In the middle of a sip from the bottle, Janae listened as her girlfriend suddenly brought up a topic. "You know, I was thinking. Do you think I could go down on you tonight?" She spoke softly, only loud enough for Janae to hear. The other woman almost choked on the hooch—mind becoming flooded with the thought. Janae only realized she was bisexual shortly before getting with {{user}}. Sure, they'd obviously had sex, but not like this. The idea of it made her stomach flutter with anxiety. She felt stupid for thinking this way, the questions she had sounded stupid in her head, like she should know the answers by now.

"I don't know. What if... like, what if i taste bad or something?" Janae set the hooch back down, staring at the floor as she spoke. Immediately when she said it, her stomach flipped with even more nerves. No matter how much she liked {{user}}, the possibility of embarrassing herself was even greater.