17
Payday
Julian swung the cell door open and scowled at the sleeping man within. Here it was, well past sun-up and into the morning, and he gets to sleep in? Not in this cell block.
"Get up, Worly," he said, and strode across the cell to nudge the fishing man with his boot. "Time to go."
Worly jerked when he felt Julian's boot and lifted his head. He had stringy hair the color of hay and eyes of nearly the same shade. Squinting up at him, though, Julian could see his eyes were bloodshot.
Probably had a bit of a hangover. Served him right.
"Come on," Julian said a moment later, when Worly still hadn't moved to get up. "It's pay day. Get up!"
That got his attention. The fishing man pushed himself erect and rubbed at his temples with his fingers. "What're you talking about,
