Clockblocker woke slowly. The first thing he became aware of was that his costume was dirty and ripped in the most attractive way possible without actually hindering function. Then, the rather solid and unyielding seat. "MMmrmrhrhhhh..." he groaned, finally noticing that almost his entire body was numb. "Whrhappnnn?" he asked, when he felt sure he could string a word or two together competently. Sadly he misjudged himself greatly.
"Oh, good, you're... kinda awake."
No.
Dear god please no.
Clockblocker finally managed to turn his head to look at the girl- no, woman- sitting next to him. He didn't know whether he should whimper in fear or sigh in relief. "Tayllerrr?" he mumbled, slowly regaining his motor skills.
She nodded. "Nice to see you again, Dennis." she grinned clapping him on the shoulder enthusiastically. "I thought you'd been lost forever when that 'Fairy Queen' nabbed you." she told him, before turning serious and muttering something about being forced to wait for the bitch to die first. "Anyways, welcome to Valhalla."
Dennis stared. "You're a Viking playgirl?" Taylor punched him in the face.