I said a tired goodbye to my second visitor and rolled over on my stomach, pressing my face in pillow. I’m so tired that I would be able to sleep for next week only to wake up to eat something and go to bathroom, but I should go downstairs and maybe talk a bit with Arnold. I know he likes our little talks and I hope he’s out of his bad mood ‘cause then he’s not the best to talk to.

I got up from my comfy bed and picked up my clothes on my way to bathroom. I hated the layer of sweat that covered my body. I didn’t hate that when it was caused by Jack, but now I really didn’t like it.

I threw my clothes in usual corner of bathroom and quickly washed up, took care of my hair and brushed my teeth. Yeah, taste in my mouth wasn’t nice either. I pull out pair of dark grey pants and white shirt from my closet and I’m ready to go meet the little world on the other side of my room.

I exit my room and I’m grated by sweet noises of sex. Thanks god it’s not happening on next doors, the noises are coming from across the hall and I quickly walk past theses doors and down the stairs as fast as possible.

I walk over to Arnold’s table and I’m grated with small, but sweet smile. That means his day has increased.

“Decided to get out of your room?”

“Well, thanks to you I’m only now allowed to leave it.”

“Yeah, well you got Jack in two days and that other guy…what was his name?” he started to look for his name in journal, but I was faster,

“Dave,” I said while looking at two guys entering hall and heading straight to bar, obviously already pretty drunk.

“Yeah, he. He won’t be bothering you till next week.”

“Sweet. And what about tomorrow?” I leaned over his table to look in his journal.

“Tomorrow…full for you. Tomorrow you start at 9am and your last one is at 7pm. These are Mike, Luke, Joe, Henry, Stephen and at 7 Jake.”

I let out sigh hearing Jake’s name. I really don’t like him. Okay, he’s better than fatty, but still I don’t like him. He’s definitely not my type, I hate when he touches me, even when I’m on edge and I hate how he makes my name sound. It sound like he’s half British or just tries to sound like that, but it sounds really bad and I just want him to shut up, but I can’t say that to him, because he’s paying money and we all need money and….yes, I don’t like him.

“Yeeyy,” I say without even trying to sound exited and throw my hands in air, „I need something to drink,” and with that I leave Arnold and his table and walk in bar with one thought in my mind – to get wasted.

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“Alex, you really shouldn’t drink anymore. You have enough,” bartender tries to take away my glass.
“I know pretty damn well when I have enough of this and for now this is not enough,” I slur back and pull my glass back to me, spilling half of the drink.

Okay, I admit that maybe my mind is a bit clouded, that my head is spinning, I can’t speak without slurring and maybe I can’t walk a proper line anymore, but when I will have enough, I will know that.
I gulp down the rest of my drink that is still in the glass and wave for the bartender to get me another one. He sighs loudly and shook’s his head, but takes my glass and fills it with something I haven’t had this evening. He puts the glass back in front of me and walks over to some waitress who hand him three empty glasses. I watch them while taking a sip of my new drink and, fuck, it’s definitely not the same I had before.

He walks back to me and watches me with worried eyes.

“It’s not the same,” I say to him, trying to focus my eyes on him.

“You don’t need that anymore,” he washes these three glasses and puts them somewhere where I can’t see them anymore.

“Next one will be like the previous one.”

“Previous one? Do you even remember how many of them you had had? I’m surprised you’re not passed out already!”

I don’t say anything back to him. Quickly I empty my glass and look at my bartender with eyes that ask for more.

“I told you, Alex, you’re not getting any.”

“I want that and you will give it to me!” I raise my voice and with a corner of my eye see some people turning to look at us.

“Don’t yell at me. You’re not getting any more alcohol today! Do you even see how many fingers I have?” he shows me his fingers and I concentrate on them, but, fuck! is there three of four? “Well?” he asks with concern in is voice.

“Just give me one more and I will leave,” I growl at him.

“You’re not able to leave by yourself.”

“Just give this goddamn drink!” I yell at him.

“Alex,” someone is tapping on my shoulder and I spin around too fast and lose my balance. The person grabs me by my shoulder before I reach the ground and pulls me back up.

“If he’s saying to you that you have enough that means you do have enough. He knows people and he knows alcohol, that’s why he’s the bartender.”

I look at this person and recognize Arnold. I think it’s Arnold. Fuck, I’m screwed. Even the drunk Alex knows how far to go with Arnold and right now I’m way too far. Especially if I’m working tomorrow.

“I just want one more drink,” I say in small voice.

“He told you - you have enough,” he says through gritted teeth and starts pulling me away.It would’ve been faster if I wouldn’t trip over my legs after every step.

“Really, only one more. It won’t do anything bad to me,” small voice in my head says to shut up, but alcohol in my veins screams for more company.

“Alex, shut up,” his grip weakens for a second, but that’s enough for me to fall down, “Jesus, Alex, and you really think that you need more?” he pulls me back up and starts to pull me up the stairs.

It would be a lot easier for him to just pick me up and bring me up the stairs. I already tripped over my legs, but now he wants me to manage all those steps! Few times I fall down on steps, but feel no pain. I guess alcohol is great pain killer. The real pain will come tomorrow.

By the time we’re almost done with stairs I start to feel that gross feeling in my stomach. I can feel it rising up and I really just want to stay on the stairs and not move anymore, but Arnold keeps dragging me with him. I try to get out of his grip, but as he feels me trying to get away, his grip only tightens around me and I have nothing else to do but let all alcohol and my light dinners to come out right there.

He releases me immediately and lets me fall back down on stairs. He just stands there watching me as I let everything come out. God, it’s the worst feeling ever. All my body is shaking and I can’t hold myself, but the moment I’m ready to give up and fall in my own vomit Arnold picks me up and brings me to my room. In my mind I thank to all of the gods that made him understand that this would be faster and easier for both of us.

He kicks my door open and walks in my now dark room. He walks over my unmade bed and puts me down, “And if you will try and walk back down there, I will kill you, before those stairs does, ‘cause - trust me, you can’t get down by yourself.”

I just curled up in my bed and wanted to disappear. I know that Arnold had seen me in different situations, but he had never seen me so drunk and definitely not vomiting my insides out.

I hear him walking away and close my eyes, feeling tired and worn out. I’m almost in my dream land when he returns and shook’s me, “if you need to vomit again then here’s the bucket, okay. I will put it right here, next to your bed.”

I only nod my head and close my eyes again. I can feel his presence, but now I don’t care about that. I don’t want any drinks, I just want to sleep and get rid of the nauseous feeling in my stomach. By the time I have almost reached my dream land again, I feel him tucking me in blanket and leaving.

Notes

I have no idea what's going on in this one, but I need for Alex to sleep tight....you'll see and understand that in next part... hehee