Piper was full of cuss words that day. Maybe it had been her stubbed toe, or the runny ‘egg’ that had been served for breakfast that morning -- she knew that in truth, however; it was a pair of dorky glasses, a mischievous grin and was 5’8. In other words, Alex Vause was returning to prison. The blonde’s emotional state could not have been more unstable. On the one hand, she was bursting with excitement. Seeing that gorgeous face again would make life in prison significantly less shitty. On the other hand, however, she was nervous. She wasn’t aware of whether Alex knew that Piper was practically the reason she was returning to this place.
“Shit,” Piper snapped, using the word like a whip. She didn’t care about the strange looks she was getting. All she could concentrate on was her ex-girlfriend returning to the fucking prison. It was clear that her brain was in a mess as she had put on her shirt inside-out – something she never did. She didn’t even care enough to fix it.
One more crack of the “shit” whip and she was making her way near the entrance of the prison. Clearing her throat, she could feel the palms of her hands become sweaty. She wanted to keep her cool, but she could already feel it slipping away. She leaned against the wall outside the inmate entrance and let her head fall into her hands. “Shit”
The doors burst open. Morello’s familiar voice filled the silence as she informed the newbies of the rules. And there she was. Alex Vause in all her glory. Piper felt her throat muscles tense, her eyes grow wide. She couldn’t help herself, she took three quick steps forwards and wrapped her arms around the brunette.
