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Six feet away, Chico figured - 2 feet further than the last time.
"Come ooon," he half-cajoled, half-complained, wiggling his fingers through the gaps in the fence. "Psspsspsspsspss. Come here, honey." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the napkin he'd smuggled out of the cafeteria that afternoon, unfolding it to reveal a paper thin slice of turkey. "We're friends now, remember?"
The cat just stared at him, swishing its tail. Chico sighed.
"Ain't gonna hurt you. Should know that by now." He dropped the turkey through the fence, took a few steps back. "Go on," he said with a nod, raised his hands above his head. "All you."
The cat yawned.
"Yo, is that what I think it is?"
Chico whipped his head around to see Alvarez standing behind him - pupils dilated, looking like a stiff breeze could knock him over.
"Man, keep your voice down," he hissed. "You're gonna scare it."
Alvarez scoffed. "Yeah, right." Chico's skin prickled as he watched Alvarez step closer to the fence. "Here, kitty," wiggling his own fingers. "Psspsspsspss."
The cat chose that moment to make a move, jumping up and trotting over to the fence to sniff. Chico stared in disbelief.
"How the fuck..."
Alvarez grinned.
"Animals love me, bro." The cat was licking his fingers now, fucking purring. "I got good vibes, you know, they can smell it."
"Can smell something," Chico retorted reflexively, then mentally kicked himself. S'posed to be cool now, he reminded himself, take it easy. Besides, of all the things he could reasonably taunt the guy about, poor hygiene wasn't one of them. If anything, he smelled better than the rest, some kind of spicy, woodsy cologne wafting off him.
Perks of being Torquemada's bitch, he thought idly, then, stop it!
Alvarez wasn't paying him any attention, though; just cooing at that stupid fucking cat in a stupid fucking voice. His cat, that he'd wasted the last two fucking months on. Fucking Alvarez.
"She got a name?" Alvarez asked, and it was Chico's turn to scoff.
"How you know it's a she? You some kind of expert now?"
"You see balls, pendejo? It's a girl cat."
"That don't mean nothing. Maybe it's fixed."
Alvarez snorted. "The fuck would a fixed cat be doing out here?"
"Man, I don't know." Chico could feel the irritation rise again. "The fuck are you doing out here, huh? Don't you got dicks to suck?"
A scowl passed over Alvarez's face then, and he yanked his hand away - startling the cat, causing it to bolt into the bushes. "Fuck you, Guerra," he spat as he stalked away.
Chico watched him go, then looked back beyond the fence - no sign of the cat.
Shit.
Buzzer sounded for end of yard time, and he sighed again.
Better luck next time, he figured as he headed back towards the building.