Bellamy was quick to down a bottle of alcohol, he sat messily at the bar of a tavern, life had been a mess since he had joined the Donquixote family, he missed his crew, despite how weird that sounded, and how weird it felt. Bellamy muttered something under his breath as he shook his head. He was no longer Bellamy the Hyena, he was another lamb to the slaughter by Doflamingos hands, bound to happen at any moment.