Rich glares at Icarn.
Said his name a few times? Is that really any reason not to repeat it? Casting his mind back he can't recall hearing this guy's name. Maybe he was distracted.
"My name is Richard." He says quietly, staring at Icarn with disgust. Up until now Rich has always been a heavy drinker, and dabbled in drugs here and there. It just takes a situation like this for him to realise that a stiff drink doesn't necessarily make any situation better.
As Icarn mentions his fear of whips, Rich's mind is cast back to the pictures of semi-naked men that adorned his walls. Maybe M was hoping the others would see, to embarrass him?
Footsteps down the hall snap Rich out of his daze, "You are a fucking idiot, offer me a drink again, friend," he says with venom, "and I will stick that fucking bottle right up your arse."
Before allowing for an answer Rich backs off and moves into corridor. In his hurry to find Thomas and the others he collides with someone, but before he gathers his thoughts and takes note of who this unknown assailant is, he falls back from the collision and hits the floor hard. He lands in view of the open doorway to Icarn's room.
A Guard? Rich grimaces at the thought of a beating, and turning to attempt to get back to his feet he sees Icarn still stood in his room, bottle held out. Icarn's face wears a look of surprise at Rich's fall. In what seems like slow motion, Rich moves to get a good look at the man standing over him. As his eyes focus, he sees through the glare of the overhead lamps and realises that his 'assailant' is in fact one of the other, for lack of a better word, inmates: Mikael. Taking Mikael?s outstretched hand Richard gets back on to his feet.
"You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were one of the heavy handed guards." Rich smiles for a moment, his heartbeat racing. For a moment he forgets where he is, and genuinely laughs at his own stupidity.
"My name's Rich by the way," he says, holding his hand out for a hand-shake, "I was just having... a chat with another 'inmate' here." Holding out his other hand he points through the open doorway at Icarn in his room.
Despite my disgust at this drunk's behaviour and attitude, we need to work together.
He puts up a faked smile, and feels himself blush with the embarrassment of the previous fall and how scared he was, even if for a moment. Nodding his head to the left he beckons Icarn over to this new conversation.
