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With a gulp, Jamie worried for his safety, knowing damn well the **** was illicit, and it'd be particularly difficult to hide it at this point.
"Um.. Thanks, but no thanks.." he said meekly, turning back to face the line.
The maid raised her eyebrow, smirking, before continuing on with your mopping. "Your loss kiddo.." she said, trailing off.

Three males still stood in front of him, with another currently being processed, all having turned eighteen within the last week, Jamie just happening to fall right on the cutoff, lucky him. He glanced off to the side to notice a hallway down to a bathroom, a guard standing beside it. Maybe it'd be an opportunity for delay tactics or.. something, maybe just a chance to clear his head before the new reality that waited to greet him. Just how long could he possibly last?