CHAPTER 2
(TERRELL'S P.O.V)
I stumbled along Bon Temp's lakeside, as I took a large gulp of whiskey. After buying a bottle of whiskey at Merlott's half an hour ago, I decided to come to Bon Temp lake, and contemplate my miserable life. I spent twenty seven years in this bum fuck town, and what do I have to show for it?. Years of constant partying, drinking, drugs, and nonstop hookups. Mediocre stuff. Everytime something exciting happens in this town, I'm either blackout drunk, or just too high to remember or care. I was tired of hearing the stories from my neighbors and family members, about how they marveled at these supernaturals would reveal themselves. Maybe it was the whiskey, but my tipsy brain was ready to get my first experience with one.
I suddenly realized I could hear small footsteps behind me and someone humming merrily. Without warning I turned around to see a pale white little midget that wore clothes similar to Santa's helpers. Its eyes had a golden hue as well as its long hair. "Terrell you know you're fucked up when you start seeing shit like this," I grumbled to myself as the midget eyed my bottle of whiskey. "So ummm…." I said while scratching my head. "Are you like a little person or a leprechaun?." "I am neither," it said, still eyeing my whiskey. "I am a Clurichaun." it said proudly. "My n*gga what?," I chuckled at his weirdass name. " I am a cousin to the leprechauns and the faes. Can I have the remaining of your whiskey?," it asked. "Sure," I said, tired of drinking. It quickly took the bottle from me, and downed the last of the whiskey. "Tell me good sir where can I get more?," it inquired, dropping the empty bottle. "At the Merlott's bar," I said matter-of-factly pointing behind him to indicate the direction of where Merlott's bar was.
"For your small act of kindness I'll like to reward you. Tell me what would you desire most?."
I suddenly smiled, sobering up, and couldn't believe my lucky day…