First I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed so far. KristineM, scrosby66, and jomik1 this chapter is for you. I will try and update asap. This is my first drabbil-ish fic. I hope that you all like it and enjoy!

As with everything I do not own Twilight, I just play with the cast :)


Chapter 2

The day has managed to drag on and on and on. I swear that Jasper is passed out in the cooler and to be honest I am starting to worry a bit that maybe one of the towers of soda has fallen over and crushed him. Sad but true. Three hours after he has gone into the cooler and I haven't heard a peep or seen him, and I am swamped. The fountain area needs to be stocked, the floors swept and mopped and I'm sure that the bathrooms need a good cleaning. The line is almost out the door and I need to drop all the big bills in my drawer into the safe. If I were to get robbed right now the robber would walk away with like $1,000. That's way more than the $75. I am supposed to have in my drawer. Not counting change that's in here so I hit the buzzer four times before a completely stoned Jasper walks out of the cooler. I give a small sigh of relief and forgo the fist pump because I didn't want to be the one to find Jasper's dead body, and if he did die I would have to stalk the cooler anyway. Just thinking about having to put on that crusty jacket makes me want to break out in hives. Quickly dropping the big bills between customers and my drawer is up to code, ya know just in case.

Taking a closer look at Jasper and I can see that I most likely woke him from his nap time in the cooler. He looks dazed and still baked. Half his hair is sticking up in different directions, his shirt is buttoned wrong, his zipper is down and he smells like a combo of B.O, weed and axe. All of which is surprising because it's only 65 degrees in the cooler. His nose is running slightly and his cheeks are pink. Regardless I can smell him from at least six feet away. It's not pretty as he smacks his lips and makes a motion like he's thirsty. The crusty dry spit in the corners of his mouth resembles glue and makes me want to vomit more than his smell right now. Cotton mouth will do that to ya.

He also doesn't take in the fact that I have a mile long line as he starts digging in his pocket and pulls out a five dollar bill like it's a golden ticket to Willy wonkas chocolate factory. Then he proceeds to start searching through the isles for food. Ten minutes later and he is pulling a bag of chips into his arms and sucking down a bladder buster that he must have filled with what looks like blue raspberry icee; while I was busy doing my job getting customers out of here. Getting frustrated at the wrinkly blue hair in front of me who can't decide if she wants a lotto ticket or a scratch off I give her a tight smile and yell at Jasper.

"Jasper! Get your butt over here and take care of some of these people!"

Jasper's head whips towards me as he squints through slits showing me his bright blood shot ice blue eyes. His eyes skim past me and to my right and then back to me before he makes his way to the front of the store. His munchies loving ass sets his sights on the roller grill and the putrid, hardened meat that has been rotating there for who knows how long? Excitement flashes on his face as he snags a pack of yodels and wanders closer to me. His breath is nasty as hell as he attempts to converse. I don't have the patience seeing as the blue hair is now counting out dimes, nickels and pennies and is rolling them on my counter so she can pay for the pall-mall menthols and the lotto ticket she's decided on.

"Just help me get all of these people out of here and you can have whatever you want off the grill…..free of charge."

It's not like I could actually charge for old hotdogs, corndogs, brats and twisters, honestly we should throw them away. However as the words leave my mouth he looks like I just gave him the keys to Disneyland. Shaking my head I put the old bats crap on hold and nicely ask her to move to the side so I can ring up the kids that look like they came from some sporting event. They smell like sweat and even I prefer that to Jasper right now; all of them are holding protein bars and Gatorade. I roll my eyes at the pubescent kid and how he's trying to get my number. His voice cracks a few times and it's taking everything I have not to laugh in his face. His sexual innuendos are flying out of his mouth and it's just cheesy pick up line after cheesy pick up line. Chances are that he has the middle schoolers and popular girls in his grade drooling over him so he thinks its okay to talk to me like I am some dumb girl who doesn't know any better and will fall for his shit. I smile at him before I open my mouth.

"Sorry kid, I don't troll the sand box or the playground looking for dates. That will be 10.50 for the power bars and Gatorade. Have a nice night."

His friends are calling out 'burn' and 'she just schooled you' as they leave my counter and exact change in the form of crumpled bills. The fact is that I didn't really burn him all that badly. I stated a fact that I don't get all hot and bothered by little boys. I'm not some pedophile! I quickly get rid of five more customers before the blue hair is done rolling her change. I finish counting her change and pass her the cigarettes and lotto ticket wishing her luck as she wheeze's out the door with her walker.

Blowing out a breath I look around at the work that still has to be done. Leaving Jasper who is picking old hotdogs off the roller grill upfront I quickly make my way to the fountain drink area. After wiping down the counters, stocking the lids, cups, straws and napkins I'm ready to move on to the next thing. I start grabbing trash bags and change all trash cans in the store. As I am about to take them around back to the dumpster I call over my shoulder.

"Taking out the trash and having a smoke. If you need help just yell."

Jasper nods back as he's dunking one of his funions into nacho cheese mixed with mustard before stuffing it in his mouth and is pouring chopped onions onto his overcooked hotdog. I gag slightly at the thought of him actually eating it as I grab four of the small bags leaving the store and light up my cigarette. I take a deep breath. Once the smoke hits my lungs I relax and roll my shoulders. It's as if all the stress and bull shit that I had to put up with for the last three hours left as the soothing nicotine hit my lungs dragging all the bad shit with it. Tossing the bags into the dumpster quickly I turn and slam into something big and solid.

The muscles and the man attached to them make me wonder if I am somehow going to be violated in a back ally by a dumpster before being left for dead. The man is huge and it's kinda dark out now. Jasper won't even think to come and look for me until his high wears off. I realize that this man could kill me with his bare hands and escape while my coworker finishes off his munchies.

I have never had to depend on Jasper for anything, because frankly he is undependable to do anything but show up. Then something even scarier flashes through my brain. Now I am dependent on Jasper to not only save me, but do so before tall, dark and frightening here robs, rapes and kills me. The man I call weedy finding me before the hulk gets rid of me after he violates me is who is going to save my life, shit….I'm fucked!

And not in a way I want to be. I have never been one of those girls who have rape fantasies; yeah some freaky women really do get hot and bothered by that shit. I have just never been one of them. Nor do I get wet thinking about public sex…well maybe if it was a good lookin guy and we had been dating for…..shit I'm digressing. Either way my fantasies have never taken place in a back ally or next to a dumpster that smells like piss and vomit. I would be a hooker if I wanted that shit. Before I say anything brick house shoves his meaty paw at me and grabs my boob.

On the brink of a panic attack my life flashes before my eyes and let me tell you… it sucked. The word 'shit' slips between his lips and he steps closer and to prevent my headline on the evening news from saying 'the body of a twenty something hooker turned out to be a cops daughter found in a dumpster while her coworker choked on a piece of overcooked hotdog and asphyxiated just minutes later…..stay tuned for more information at 10.' I gave out a battle cry 'that would have made Zena proud' slightly startling him before junk punching him as hard as I could. The meaty man yelled out and slumped forward, but before he could hit the ground I slammed his head into the dumpster then I ran as fast as my legs could carry me back into the store. That was also about the time I realized that my cigarette was crushed on the front of his pants and I now had a cigarette burn between my fingers that was throbbing.

I ran around the building and almost tripped over a bunch of boxes holding windshield wiper fluid that was stacked by the door. As I slam my way into the glass doors still trying to escape tall, dark and frightening I realize that I had only really been gone for a few minutes. I'm panting and gasping for air as I hunch over bent at the knees trying my best to calm down. When I lift my head my eyes are scanning the store for 'weedy', or his dead body.

The first thing I noticed besides the fact that Jasper was alive was that the store was empty. Jasper was munching away eating his yodels and chips while he eyed me with uncertainty for a moment. Could it be possible that my over active imagination always seemed to make Jasper die in some fucked up way? Sure I guess anything could happen; crushed by pop or choking on an old hotdog! Before I could even catch my breath or call the cops Alice comes bopping out of the bathroom with her nose wrinkled and a piece of tissue stuck to her payless sling backs. The tissue is slightly wet and is either covered in dirt or shit…..nasty. She starts talking a mile a minute before I can even get a word out.

"So did you meet your new night guy? Well what did you think? He sure is something isn't he? I mean wait….where's Emmett? I sent him out to you when you were tossing the trash. Didn't you see him?"

I nod my head and feel bad for a moment, and then I remember that he felt me up in the back ally and the anger comes back. Before I can answer Alice she whispers lowly to me as she eyes Jasper.

"He looks so good tonight…right? I mean look at the way he's smiling at me. That has to mean something."

I want to tell her the truth, which is Jasper, my pot head coworker thinks that Alice is my baby sister and he only smiles at her because he thinks I will fuck him if he's nice to her. I have explained more than once that she is my roommate, but he still asks about my baby sister who I am supposedly taking care of. Then I chance a glance at Jasper and I notice he is smiling at her. He also has chocolate in his teeth and cheese on his chin. His zipper is still down and his hair is still sticking up at odd angles. So instead of dashing her hopes of getting 'weedy' to really notice her as a woman by telling her the truth, I lie to her.

"He sure is Ally-cat; go get him tiger, rawr."

It is a poor impersonation of a tiger and I have to look away before she can tell I am lying to her. Thankfully before she can say anything else the man who assaulted me before I assaulted him comes through the door holding his head in one hand and his balls in the other as he groans.

"FUCK!"

He screams out as he sees me before taking a giant step in my direction.

"What in the hell is your problem little girl? I come to talk to you about a job and you beat the crap out of me! I should sue you and the owners!"