"Names Cookie" The girl replied. "And I 'm sure we will get along, besides it not us I'm worried about" she said. The 5'6 Texas native spoke in her hometown accent. Cook had been to jail before in her younger year for stealing, but they were just petty crimes. Now she had a much bigger sentence to fill. So she had stolen few cars from a few people and sold their parts. Cookie was a brunette with deep blue eyes and tattoo on her right butt cheek of the Cookie Monster. She was hoping to stay on good behavior so she could get out early.<br/><br/>"Shit.."She said under breath as the prison guard approached. "Laundry? At this time of night?" She said before doing the math in her head. "Oh I know what you want honey and it ain't laundry." She smirked.