User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2015/@comment-5837525-20150512011429

Killer Hock: Cell 209... Got it.

(Inside her cell, Stiletto Summers -- better known in the Maretropolis underworld as High Heel -- sleeps on the near rock-hard bedding, a permanent scowl staining her face.)

Jangle-jangle.

Stiletto: ...Eh?

(Hearing the cell door creak open, Stiletto sits up and yawns.)

Stiletto: Took your sweet time with the grub, didn't you--?

(Her eyes land on the imposing stature of Killer Hock.)

Stiletto: ...You're not the guard.

Killer Hock: No, I'm not. You High Heel?

Stiletto: Who wants to know?

Killer Hock: The freakin' cutie mark fairy -- who do you think? Now get up. We're leaving.

Stiletto: Leaving? With you? I'd rather wear galoshes to the Canterlot Garden Party and die of embarrassment.

Killer Hock: I could always lock the door again and leave you here.

Stiletto: ... *sigh* Fine.

(Upon stepping outside the cell, Stiletto sees Chance.)

Stiletto: Chance? You're here too? What's the meaning of this?