It actually hadn't been all too bad, this first night in jail.<br/>Of course the bed had been lumpy, the night's sounds unfamiliar and the cell-mate snore as if he was single-handedly attempting to saw a forest into matchsticks.<br/>It could very well be just because he had a roof over his head, even if he wasn't able to leave said roof for the next millennia or something. And he felt he had established at least something of a base in the cell itself. Sunny (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=78918.msg3464697#msg3464697) did feel it had been made obvious, beyond any doubt, he was in control in the cell. Perhaps the Hispanic would attempt to get the upper hand once more, but.. after how he showed him the corners of the cell and made him eat floor, he doubted it.<br/>Though, it could be possible. Sunny wasn't all too impressed with the man's talents in the fields of intelligence and wisdom.<br/>Perhaps he had never met his match before.<br/>Oh well.<br/><br/>Shrugging a bit, Sunny took a seat in the cafeteria. Though, the place hardly had earned such a lofty name..<br/>He didn't contemplate what on earth it was that was on his plate, just dug in and chewed without tasting his meal.<br/>Nearly black eyes went through his surroundings, always alert, always trying to decipher facial expressions, movements, body-language. Hell, even the faded writing on the walls was studied by him.<br/>An eye for detail had saved his ass before. And Sunny was under the impression jail wasn't all too different from the streets. It couldn't hurt to stay vigilant.