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Jess put her hand over her mouth as he eyes got big. “Sorry... that’s twice now I did that to you” she said as Tabby climbed out of the water and returning to the seat.

She had really pretty hair, especially when it was all wet and straight at that moment she came up out of the water. Jess considered maybe getting reddish highlight in her hair someday when she could afford such things.

“Thanks...” Jess said as she took another ball. She didn’t think too much about her throw this time and just let it fly...

Tabby scrambled back into place. The blonde girl's second shot was dangerously close to sending Tabby into the pool again, but it was just a hair too high.

"Good try," Tabby said. She had heard Coach North lecture Marie about being a good sport a few minutes earlier when she and Doreen were hauled off to the charity jail. She glanced that direction and they were still in there along with the guy who had been flirting with Marie earlier. She wondered if he'd gotten them and himself arrested so he could talk to them.

"OK, one more shot! Get ready Blackwell," Karen instructed. She gave the blonde the go ahead on her last throw.

“That was close!” Jessica said as she turned around to get her third ball. “Let’s see how I do with this last one?”

Jessica had a look around as she turned the ball in her hand. “Ok, here it goes!” she called out as she threw the ball....

Having just been dunked a moment earlier, Tabby was glad the final shot was a miss. This one was way off. "Well you know what Meatloaf said," Tabby said from the tank. "Two outta three ain't bad... ya know, counting earlier."

“Yes, I’ve been lucky....” Jess said to Tabby as she stepped off to the side in case anyone else wanted to have a go. She put her guitar over in the shade and came to stand near the dunktank to talk to Tabby. “You like Meat Loaf? ...”

Doreen smiled in relief when Joey withdrew his request to add extra minutes to Marie's time. She assumed all along that Joey was doing it just to harass Marie; she never realized Joey's true intention was to separate her from Marie so he could talk to her outside of Marie's influence. But even if she'd realized what Joey was trying to do, she'd have responded the same way. What Joey didn't realize was that Doreen's actions were driven not by loyalty to Marie, but by social expediency. Doreen's real goal here was to maintain her position as Marie's second in command, and she did that by keeping Marie happy and making Marie believe she was loyal to her. The way Doreen saw it, she may never see Joey again after this fair, but she was definitely going to be part of Marie's clique for the coming school year and maybe beyond. If Doreen did anything to anger Marie or make her feel betrayed, Doreen's spot in the pecking order would be at risk. By defending Marie and offering to share "jail time" with her, Doreen was making herself look like a loyal friend and solidifying her position in the number-two spot. "Thank you," she said to Joey.
Doreen frowned at the response from the woman sitting cross-legged on the cell floor. She could understand being locked up for trespassing, but what did the woman mean about being locked up for being human, and for being inhuman? Perhaps the former meant she had been locked up for some mistake she had made, as in the phrase "to err is human; to forgive, divine". If that were the case, then being locked up for being inhuman might mean the woman had committed some truly heinous and savage crime. It was an answer that creeped Doreen out, and she decided not to pry into it further.

“I know, and It’s no secret. When you are on death row, secrets are kind of pointless.” Joey replied to the Buddha lady in the corner. “If you want to burn one, I work at the Hillcrest service station on the highway just out of town. Stop in sometime.” He gave a glance to the cheerleaders and added, “... that goes for you too.”
Joey gave Doreen a smile and a nod, giving her a quick look down and up. “The least I can do for you.” he said as he gave Marie an overemphasized bug-eyed ogle as he was let out of the ‘cell’.

He paused after a step and looked back to the three women and said, “It was nice doing time with you all. See you around.” before walking back out among the crowds of people.

"Eh, he's alright," Tabby replied with a shrug, still perched on the bench in the tank. "My band is playing that song later tonight on the main stage." She glanced toward Matt and Trevor. "Those two are the drummer and keyboard player. Our bassist Starla isn't hear yet, but she's on the cheer squad, too."

Marie shot the guy a half-cocked smirk as he exited the cell. A minute or two later the judge announced Marie and Doreen's sentence was complete and opened the door. Marie lead the way back to the dunking booth.

"You get all kinds of riff-raff at these things," she commented without looking back. Once at the booth, Marie picked up the mic again and Karen stepped back. "Come dunk a cheerleader! Only 3 tickets for 3 tries! This little lady needs a bath and to cool off! Help the Cheer squad booster club! It's a great cause!"

Jessica smiled and said “You’re in a band? You guys too? Cool!” Jess always liked meeting other musicians on her travels. She glanced at the two guys nearby and said, “I might hang around and hear you play then.”

Trevor had overheard the conversation. "Yeah, if we don't drown Shortstuff," Trevor replied. "So, you play too. Are you from around here?"

Jessica blushed a little. “Yeah I dunked her twice.... sorry...” she said to Tabby before turning to answer the guy’s question.

“No, I am just passing through town on my way to Austin for a music festival. I’m actually from Winnipeg Manitoba via London and Montreal...” she paused and gave the guy a slight smile. “So what style of music do you guys play?”

Jessica blushed a little. “Yeah I dunked her twice.... sorry...” she said to Tabby before turning to answer the guy’s question.

"Sorry? That's great! I put her in the tank, too," Trevor said.

“No, I am just passing through town on my way to Austin for a music festival. I’m actually from Winnipeg Manitoba via London and Montreal...” she paused and gave the guy a slight smile. “So what style of music do you guys play?”

"Montreal... do they say yinz there," Trevor asked. "We're a cover band. We do rock, mostly. What about you?"

"I think 'yinz' is mostly a Pittsburgh thing. We have a friend who's from there, and she uses the word 'yinz' like most normal people use 'y'all'," Matt explained, figuring Jessica wouldn't get Trevor's reference. "She says things like 'how yinz doing?' or 'what are yinz up to? I'm Matt, by the way. I'm the drummer. Our keyboardist here is Trevor.'"
"Y'all may have dunked Tabby three times between the two of you, but I had the most epic accomplishment this afternoon. I managed to get Doreen to run all the way to the parking lot just to chase down a ball I threw. It takes real skill to throw a ball that badly."

Jess smiled and looked down. “She is a trooper...” she said before turning her head to Tabby. “I’d offer to take your place if I was part of your school.” Turning back to the guy, Jessica giggled at his question. “Nooo... it’s ‘vous-tous’.. sort of, I don’t have much of a French accent.” Awesome! That’s kinda what I do mostly... maybe on a more acoustic take. I do play session a lot though in my travels. Maybe we could jam?” Jess extended a hand to the other guy who started speaking. “Pleased to meet you Matt!” She gave his hand a shake before turning back to the other guy. “And you too Trevor!” “I’m sorry I missed that!” Jessica said grinning. “Did you send the ball in orbit or something?”

The microphone was back in operation with the black coattail girl trying to get more people to try and dunk Tabby...

Trevor shook Jessica's hand. "Austin, huh," he said. "So you're about 4 hours or so from here. "Matt sent a groundball rolling across the fairgrounds. It was a little amusing watching Doreen having to run after it." He noted she was busy helping Marie. "If you get back out this way sometime maybe we can do a jam at some point."

Emily frowned at Joey's remark about being on death row. What is he talking about? If he's not in prison, then he's not on death row. And then understanding came to her; Joey must have some kind of terminal illness. At the realization, her frown was replaced by a look of horror and concern. She was filled with sadness; the thought of someone so young having to face that was truly tragic, and she found herself having to wipe away a tear that was rolling down her cheek. She tried to think of something meaningful to say, but Joey was already leaving the cell, his ten-minute sentence having come to an end. Ultimately, she just got to her feet as he was leaving and say, "Good luck, Joey; I wish you well."

She noticed that dark patches were starting to appear on her skin in a few places; her tattoos were becoming visible. Too many strong emotions could cause that, as could calling upon her superhuman strength, like she'd done earlier at the Hi-Striker. The tattoos were normally invisible, but when they appeared, they served as a warning sign that she might be getting close to losing control of her constant thirst for blood. She decided to pay the bails for the two cheerleaders so they wouldn't be in the cell with her, but before she could call out to the bailiff, he appeared at the cell door and announced that time was up for the two teenagers. They exited the cell, leaving Emily locked up by herself. She resumed her lotus position in the sunlight and meditated until her sentence was over, and then she too left the cell.

“I’m Jessica Griffin.” She said to the guys. “That sounds good... maybe one day I’ll be back in the area.” Jessica said as she responded to Trevor. She doubted she would be back any ti e soon, for she was planning to head west after the festival toward California. The funny thing is plans do have a was of changing, like when she hooked up with Incorrigible, a southern rock band in Chicago. They were on their tour, and she live sessioned with them on their return leg for a hand full of dates. She parted ways with them in Tulsa Oklahoma as she had no desire to go to Houston, and her path brought her per chance through this county.

“Anyway, I should probably go. I might be back tonight to see you play...if I can find somewhere to stay the night.” Jess said as she picked up her guitar case.

“I’m Jessica Griffin.” She said to the guys. “That sounds good... maybe one day I’ll be back in the area.” Jessica said as she responded to Trevor. She doubted she would be back any ti e soon, for she was planning to head west after the festival toward California. The funny thing is plans do have a was of changing, like when she hooked up with Incorrigible, a southern rock band in Chicago. They were on their tour, and she live sessioned with them on their return leg for a hand full of dates. She parted ways with them in Tulsa Oklahoma as she had no desire to go to Houston, and her path brought her per chance through this county.

“Anyway, I should probably go. I might be back tonight to see you play...if I can find somewhere to stay the night.” Jess said as she picked up her guitar case.

"It was great meeting you," Tabby called through the bars of the tank. "I'm Tabby! Tabby Blackwell! We're the last band of the evening and start at 9 PM if you can make it!"

Trevor chuckled. "Ignore Short Stuff," Trevor replied. "But yeah, it was great meeting you and if you are around later, we start about 9 PM tonight on the main stage."

“It was good meeting you too!” Jessica said with a turn and a wave. “See you tonight!” Jess made her mind up to hang around to watch their band play. She would probably go set up somewhere near the gates to entertain the people as they left for the day and collect whatever they felt like tossing in her guitar case.
“Yeah... you too...” Jessica sighed out as she gave Trevor a quizzical look. She knew where the bands were playing, and wondered why he had to basically repeat what Tabatha had said after he instructed her to ignore her. ‘Typical guys’ she thought to herself as she gave him a slight smile. She then turned back to Tabatha and waved, saying before she walked off, “Hope you don’t get dunked too many more times.”