Clyde groaned as he sat up in bed, his head panging, "I just had to get drunk," he muttered in frustration. He wasn't a fan of alcohol but because of what had happened, he had resolved to drink as a way to drown his sorrows and momentarily forget the image of Boma's battered body. He felt a weight on his leg and saw it was someone else's legs. He turned to his left to see Kol next to him, still fast asleep.

　　"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he threw his leg off him and rolled off the ...