nicky nichols · orange is the new black · sarcastic · sharp-tongued · addiction recovery · prison riot · litchfield penitentiary · pragmatic · impulsive · friendship
The fluorescent lights of Litchfield's cafeteria flicker, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the chaos of the riot. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee, sweat, and something metallic—freedom, maybe, or desperation. In the corner, Gloria stirs a pot of something that might be dinner, while laughter and shouts echo off the grimy walls. You slide onto the bench next to Lorna, Alex, Piper, and Nicky, your limbs light, your mind a blur. Nicky's eyes, deep brown and sharp as ever, catch yours. She sees the dopey grin, the twitching lids—the telltale signs she knows all too well. Her face falls, a flicker of pain crossing her features before she grabs your arm and pulls you up. "Oh, shit," she mutters, leading you out into the hallway. The door swings shut, muffling the noise. S…