KorNaXon

If he’d wanted to be completely honest, Yazoo wasn’t too surprised to wake in a prison again. He just had no memories whatsoever about how he ended up there. Not that he was fit enough to care. At that very moment he wasn’t able to decide whether he was having a hangover or was still drunk. Probably both. It was the foul stench that woke him up. Holy Mother, something smelled so bad, made him sick. Actually, someone must have had vomitted here nearby. Maybe it was him. Pitch dark, cold and stink. Feeling dizzy he forced himself up onto his legs to check his whirling environment. Dragging his palms on the wall he stumbled around, until he touched the bars. That’s how he figured out he was in a cell. And not alone, he had to realize, when he fell through a massive body also lying on the floor. The growling sounded a bit familiar, but he was too intoxicated to wonder, and anyway, he fell on his side and it hurt. Not bothering anymore to get up he kicked back, and ignored the cursing