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“They put me in jail. Holy shit. They put me in fucking jail. Call my mother and tell her I love her, call my father and tell him I can’t loan him any more money, call my grandmother and tell her she needs to stop day drinking. I am never getting out of this. All right, on the plus side, it’s not like I’m sitting in a city jail. It’s a hotel holding room, which basically means beige-colored carpet with beige walls and a beige futon. In Vegas, if they put you in beige, you are seriously fucked. No sequins or rhinestones anywhere means I must have done something abominable. Okay. I take three deep breaths, trying to achieve my zone neutrality. Or something. I don’t know! Okay, keep calm, Julia. Maybe they can help. Maybe they can help piece together whatever insane stuff you did last night. Or rather, the weird shit that your David Tennant personality did. On second thought, maybe talking about Doctor Who would be a very bad thing right now. The door opens, and Gray Suitâ€� his name’s actually Todd, but I’m sticking with Gray Suitâ€� enters and sits down in a chair opposite me. “Now Ms. Stevens—â€� “I’m not going to prison,â€� I blurt out. “I’m too soft. I watched Orange is the New Black. I don’t want to eat tampon sandwiches.â€� Gray Suit blinks slowly. “Okay. I’ll bear that in mind.â€� “Look, what the hell am I even doing here?â€� I snap. Great, Julia. Get snippy with the authorities. This’ll go down swimmingly. “What is happening?â€� Gray Suit sighs. “It’s about what you did last night, Ms. Stevens.”
― Lila Monroe, Get Lucky