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So the thing about Reno? He woke up out-of-his mind hungover in mad uncomfortable positions on a pretty regular basis; chalk that up as the main reason it took him such a hot damn second to realize that something was off.
Like... wicked off.
His first hint was how (for once) his mouth didn't taste like something had crawled down the back of his throat and died, meaning he couldn't have been drinking all that hard last night. His next hint was the fact that he couldn't remember any of last night to start with -- or any of yesterday, for that matter -- which, despite Reno's rep, was actually a pretty rare occurrence.
Reno didn't black out.
Yeah, something was very wrong.
Finally coming out of whatever sedative haze he'd been hit with, Reno tugged roughly at the cuffs that held his wrists behind his back, realizing only belatedly that there was another pair of wrists cuffed right up next to his own.
"Yo." His voice was hoarse as he gave his bound wrists a hard shake, hoping that whoever he was shackled to would turn out to be an asset instead of a handicap. "Hey, wake up. You with me back there?"