Chapter 1 : Sinner

Drip. Drip. Drip-fucking-drip.

The steady patter of liquid irritated his throbbing head, especially as it kept hitting him in the same spot on the temple. A mini hammer determined to pound spikes of pain into his head and bring him back to the land of the - barely - living.

Must have been quite the party.

Waking might have proven a tad easier if he rested in a more comfortable spot. Uncompromising hardness cradled his body. A rough surface grated at his cheek, definitely not the softest pillow he'd ever slept on.

Where did I pass out? He sure as all the blazing stars in the Phyrrhia system couldn't recall a thing. It took an effort to pry open a lid to peek. Look at that. He lay upon a floor. A dirty floor, he might add.

Did I miss the bed? Copious amounts of alcohol tended to do that to a man.