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Jerome walked into the dining area, his eyes already trained to looking around for Rumer. He hadn't seen her since the day before and he was craving time with her, even just the privilege of a glance or two. She was absolutely addictive to him, and he loved the feeling.

After scanning for a couple of seconds, he finally spotted her, sitting on a table near the back of the room. The surrounding were inmates hanging on her every word as she spoke to them dramatically, her hair hanging just long enough to cover her right eye with a soft pink shade.

Jerome listened to what she was saying as he walked over, "So I'm asleep, but I'm walkin and talkin you know, the whole deal. Then, suddenly I REACH out and grab her throat, tight as I can," She looked to Jerome with a smile, "Hey kid, you got here just in the time for the good part."

Without waiting on a response she turned her attention back to the crowd she'd accustomed, even a few guards were listening, entranced with her confidence and boldness. "So, I'm choking her, remember I'm completely unconscious. My teeth are bared and I'm growling at her,"

She grabbed a guy sitting right in front of her, gripping his neck lightly and surprising everyone watching, "And just as I opened my eyes, her body feel limp in my hands. I thought I killed her, but fortunately, she was just knocked out. That, kiddies, is why I got transferred here. Just cause they were 'afraid my night terrors would end with me takin a life or two.' But you all know I'd never do that. Murder is for crazy people." She said with a Cheshire grin, earning a laugh from the crowd.

With the story over, lots of the onlookers left the area, going back to their seats, a couple stayed at the rectangular table. Jerome sat in the seat directly in front of her figure on the table and watched as she chewed on her apple.

"Wanna take a picture kid? It last longer and can be there when I can't." She said to him and using her free hand to push her hair back, only for it to fall in front of her eye again.

"Night terrors huh? Do you really get those or did it just add for dramatic effect?" Jerome asked, using his fingertips to slide his tray aside so he could rest his hands on the table in front of him. "Nah, I really get 'em. They don't really terrorize me though. It's more like sleep walking."

Jerome looked up at her as she softly moved her head to nonexistent music and ate. Seeing her doing something so natural as sitting on a table and eating quenched his need for her presence, but fueled it at the same time, "We never get any actual alone time. Ya know, to do our adult things. Now I've got a guy who can get me jewelry or a phone, but you have guards who can give us a room..."

At his suggestive talking, Rumer just looked at him, amused as she felt the smirk growing on her face, "Follow me after lunch. We can have alone time and a show, all while abiding the rules."

Jerome grabbed her ankle and pulled her closer to him, "Wouldn't miss it for the world." Rumer took another bite of her apple, "That's because we only have our own in here, kid. We don't have any world to miss." She said as she slid from the table.

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