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Written for HT100 Challenge #95: Same name, different story
In the Heat of the Night
"In the heat of the night, when you know it ain't right, but you do what you wanna do, you do what you feel, no one can feel like yooouuuu..."
Yes, it is right in the heat of the night, so to speak, and the Administrative Segregation block - or Ad Seg, as it is better known around here - is...restless.
And on Claire Howell's shift, of all possible shifts.
"The fuck's she doing?" Alvarez shouts, crouching near the wall of metal separating him from the other cell.
It's how they talk in here, through yelling and cries.
"What the fuck you *think* she's doin'?!" his box mate shouts back, through a persistent shower of moans and groans and some other not-so-delightful sounds suggesting that Claire IS definitely DOING.
"Well, at least he fuckin' stopped singing," Miguel mutters, slowly indulging himself into some *doing* of his own.
After all, it's the middle of the night - and THE HEAT IS ON.
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