8. Okay, I'm Drunk
He was in a peaceful sleep, despite his current physical state. It was probably his best sleep in a long while; crimson locks sprawled over his pillow, the silence of the prison accompanying him. He hadn't slept like this since he was a kid.
BANG! CRASH! BOOM!
Joker let out a low, agitated growl; slowly- and quite deadly- rising at the sound. His ruby eye narrowed at his door, hands balled into fists. Whatever useless, mother f*cking ingrate that woke him up at this hour was going to die. Right. Now.
The ginger grabbed his trusty whip, allowing it to melt into a gun in his hands. Heaving the heavy machinery to the door, he thrust the metal open and pointed it ahead, his fingers at the trigger, prepared to blow.
A strange, disoriented complain whined itself in the middle of the stone hall, pausing his actions. The shadow of a woman came into view; her legs weakly stumbling forward into the dim light; her hands catching her falling body on a nearby stone wall.
Alice? "What the hell?" the warden found himself speaking aloud, tossing his gun carelessly on a pile of clothes in his room before making his way to the wobbling young lady. "What are you doing up this late? It's three in the morning!"
The foreigner tried to take a step closer, but fell forward; two arms quickly catching her before her head smashed into the cement floor. "It's hooot~." She whined, weakly struggling in his arms.
Lifting her chin up, Black leaned close, narrowing his eye at her. "Are you drunk?"
"Let me go~." the brunette continued to complain, shaking her head and attempting to release herself from his grip. The warden stared at her blankly. She was drunk!
As he watched her squirm in his arms, his mind battled against each other. Where did she get the alcohol? Who did this to her? Did she do it herself? Then she deserves to wake up on the floor in the morning! But if she didn't, shouldn't he get her out of there before the bastard came around?
Huffing in annoyance, he lifted her up in his arms; sweeping her off of the ground. He couldn't just let her wander a drunken mess around the place- she could release the prisoners!
"Let me go~!" she whined, weak fists pounding against his chest. He rolled his eye irritably, ignoring her drunken requests as he carried her off to her room.
"It's hooot~." the brunette complained as he plopped her rather carelessly on the bed; her words slightly muffled as her face pressed against a pillow. The warden glared.
"I don't care how damn hot it is. Stop complaining! Who the hell had the balls to give you alcohol and wake me up at three in the God damned morning? Are you even drunk, or are you just an idiot?" he demanded; arms crossed, a devil's glare in his eye. However, all the foreigner did was roll over and complain about the temperature again.
Black took a moment to analyze the girl sprawled on the bed; her face flushed, her slim body sprawled across the messy blankets. She was so weak right now; so easy. He could have her right then and there if he wanted; her drunken state no obstacle.
"It's hoot~." she complained again, resembling a small child. The warden smirked.
"I can make it hotter."
"Nooo~. Too hot~." Alice whined, shaking her head; tanned tresses flying. Joker huffed, helping her to her feet; turning her around to undo her apron.
"It's because you have too many damned layers on." he explained, allowing the cream cloth to fall to her feet. He reached for the zipper on her dress, slowly pulling it down until her gown slipped and bunched around at her waist in a bundle of blue. The Joker was about to reach for her scrunched up nightdress at the corner of her bed when he hesitated.
There she stood in his grasp; her gown fallen, revealing her lacy blue bra. She was vulnerable; lost without his touch. And he was so close…
Joker gritted his teeth, quickly averting his eye and grabbing the nightgown; allowing her dress to fall to her ankles. She stood still; wide, teal eyes watching him curiously.
He turned to place the gown on her but once again paused. What was he doing? Any prideful, self respected man would be pinning this girl to the bed by now, and here he was, letting a perfect opportunity slip by! What kind of man was he? !
Mentally glancing himself over, he gritted his teeth. That was the point. He wasn't a man now. His hormones had changed; his point of view had shifted. He actually car-
…WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING? !
Without a thought, Black turned his attention back to the oblivious brunette; one hand gripping her left shoulder blade from behind while the other grasped her right arm.
"B-Black?" the foreigner gasped as she felt his tongue hungrily trace her right shoulder; kisses and bites working their way up to her neck and to the jaw line.
"I told you I could make it hotter." the warden whispered huskily against her skin, continuing his assault to her cheek, fingers caressing her face so she wouldn't panic.
"N-No!" the outsider whined, trying to shake out of his hold. "Let me goo~! Let me goo~!"
The warden ignored her protests. Rather, he lifted her briefly in the air- hands gripping her hips tightly as he placed her on the bed; knees digging into the mattress below, hands moving so they were now on either side of her head, pinning her down. His shadow cast over her small, fragile body; her large doe eyes wide and… afraid.
He stared at her, unmoving now. She looked truly terrified as he held her down, giving her no escape. Man or not, he was still much stronger than she could ever hope to be. This was all too easy for him.
The way she stared at him… It felt odd. It was as if for once since he met her, she was truly, without a doubt, utterly petrified. Her body shook under him, trembling as fear vibrated off her curves. Something inside of him… it snapped. He didn't understand how, why, or if it was even possible, but he found himself actually wanting to wipe that horrified expression off of her face.
He didn't want this.
Alice watched- now in confusion- as Joker lifted himself off of her; standing up and running a hand through his ruby locks. Turning to the half-naked woman, he helped the frightened child to her feet; grabbing the nightgown.
"Are you going to f*cking stand and stare all day or put your arms up?" the ginger demanded irritably, sleep speaking to him.
The drunken girl quickly obeyed, a little wobbly, but obeyed nonetheless. He slid the black cotton onto her form, allowing it to flow around her ankles and cover her up. Assisting her back in a sitting position on the bed, he turned towards the doorway, letting out a huff.
"I'm going to get you a trashcan. I don't want you making a damned mess all over the place when you throw up in the morning." he grumbled before disappearing around the bend.
When he returned, sure enough, a gold trashcan was held in his hand; obviously not having been used in a long while. He set it carelessly next to her bed, close enough in case she had to puke.
"I should probably stay." he convinced himself out loud, taking a seat on the bed. "In case you f*cking get up and try to release all my damn prisoners. You're more damned trouble than your worth at this rate."
Alice stared at him blankly, sensing another emotion behind his words. She watched as he huffed in irritation, lying back on the bed; arms providing a pillow for himself.
Carefully, she scooted next to him; leaning over his form just a bit. He narrowed his eye at her suspiciously. "What do you want?"
She smiled. "I'm not drunk, Black."
He stared at her skeptically. "…Excuse me?"
"I'm not drunk." she repeated, her grin widening. "I didn't drink at all."
Joker glared up at her, his words spoken in a layer of thick annoyance. "You were f*cking stumbling through the halls, couldn't even dress yourself, and you're telling me you're sober." She nodded. "You're even more of an idiot when you're drunk."
"But I'm not drunk!" the brunette protested, smacking a hand on the bed. "I can prove it!"
"Tch. Just go to bed." Joker muttered, preparing to roll over, but Alice stopped him. He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but suddenly he felt a warm, feminine body pressed against him, and lips mingling with his. She nibbled on his bottom lip, tensing up as he opened his mouth; allowing their tongues to intertwine in a wet dance.
Then she pulled away.
"If I was drunk…I won't remember that when I wake up." she said, looking away; a curtain of brown just barely disguising her flushed face.
"If you weren't drunk, you wouldn't have done that in the first place." Black deadpanned, and the foreigner huffed, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "Now get some damned sleep."
Alice glanced at him briefly, but chose to do as told; curling under the blankets and flicking the light off. "Good night, Black." He grunted in response, but the outsider smiled nonetheless; her eyes catching a glimpse at the full, untouched wine bottle under a pile of her clothes in the corner of the room before she fell asleep.
Short chapter again. Sorry. DX I hope the fan service makes up for it a little. |||OTL I forgot to mention this in the last two chapters, but on my deviantART, you can see some previews of the fan babies that'll be appearing in the next installment and the final installment afterwards of the Game of series. ^^ The prologue for the final installment is also up under "Broken Cards". Take a look if you can! ^^