Nothing belongs to me.

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Chapter 2:

Jared's POV.

I was slightly trembling while I was sitting at my desk. Half a bottle of alcohol was in my desk drawer, and it was getting pretty hard to ignore it. Not that I had any troubles to have to drown with alcohol at the moment.

I sighed. I had already finished the bills, so normally I would be kissing the Warden's feet and sucking up to him. But, I was too lazy to go looking for him thru the humongous jail… suddenly an announcement came from the loudspeakers.

"Jared! Please come to SuperBar! this instant!"

I grimaced. I hated SuperBar! It was just creating more chances for me to lose it. I thought that the Warden would have closed the bar after what happened, but nooo, he wants to get Alice to go on a date with him. Stupid fucking Alice… she's a fucking transvestite!… I think…

"Now Jared!!!!" the voice from the loudspeaker sounded angry this time. I got off my seat and shuffled out the door on my way to SuperBar sweating. I was going to be surrounded by…. By… by alcohol. Did the Warden ever pay attention to anyone's back round? Or did he just hire anyone who was willing… willing? Willing sounded a bit vulgar…I shook my head and some of the sweat off my head. What was I thinking?

I went around to the back of SuperBar so I could go thru the backdoor and get my bartender clothes. It took me only a minute or so to get dressed.

I went to behind the bar. The Warden was sitting looking toward the front door. He had his arms crossed looking pissed. Was he waiting for me? Or was he waiting for Alice? Either way, he was getting impatient.

The Warden lifted his arm up and pulled from nowhere, a yellow funnel that went up to the ceiling. He took a deep breath and was about to say something, but I interrupted him.

"Umm… Sir?" I asked nervously. He whipped around and pushing the yellow funnel back into the ceiling.

"Jared!" he exclaimed, and pulled me toward him. He was giggling. Why was he giggling?

 "Yes… sir?"

"Guess what?" he sang. "I have a date with Alice!"

"Sir! Uhh… isn't dating…"

"Blah blah! Against regulations! Well I'm the one who made the rules, so shouldn't I be able to break them?" he paused. "Besides… this is only a friendly outing between friends!"

Of course. Alice wouldn't go on a date with The Warden, but she would go on a "friendly outing". She didn't find The Warden sexually attractive. Who could? He was skinny, had a small dick, wasn't very tall, and had yellowish skin. Which made me wonder if he was anorexic after all.

The Warden turned to the front door again and waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally 2 hours had passed and it was midnight. I continued to watch as his face went from overexcited glee to saddened anguish. He turned back to the counter. "Get me a double shot of whiskey!"

I immediately got a small cup out and poured his drink. He glugged it down quickly. And I saw that tears were brimming. "Another!" I poured another glass. "Another!"

And so the night went on. He kept yelling for more and I kept pouring him more. Finally, it seemed like all the alcohol had killed him. His head lay on the counter, one hand wrapped around the cup on the table, his other arm spread out. I started sweating more. If I had killed him… oh god…

"Sir?" I asked poking him with my finger. No movement. I poked him once again. "Sir?" He stirred his head a little, lifted his head and let out a small groan. "Whhaaaat?"

There was a small part of me that was sad that he was alive.

"It's past midnight… you should probably go to bed." I told him and he dropped his head back down to the counter. I sighed. He had had too much for his own good. I got down from behind the bar and dragged him out of his chair. He weighed practically nothing! My guess… 101lbs? For his age and height, that was definitely too little a weight. That was too little a weight for an 11 year old!

I wrapped his arm around my shoulder and trudged back to his room. The Warden clutched on to me, so it was a little easier. When we were finally there, he wined that he was going to throw up. I quickly unlocked his room( I searched in his pockets for the key) and got him to his bathroom. I heard groaning sounds of puking for about 7 minutes, and then nothing for 2 minutes. I went in to find The Warden collapsed on the toilet. I dragged him off the toilet and to his bed. He seemed even lighter now.

I dropped The Warden onto his king-sized bed. He twisted for a while before turning toward me and drew me toward him, choking me like a big-headed stuffed animal.

"Sir… umm… uhh…" I tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he wouldn't let go.

How can someone that light be so strong?

Instead he opened his mouth and let out a groan reeking of alcohol.

And that was it. Just that small movement was enough. Enough to have me on top of him, kissing the hell out of him. Tasting the alcohol and the inside of his mouth with my tongue.

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