Addicted

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Will rubbed his shoulder, remembering the night the glass had hit it. The boy who saved him hadn't been to the bar in a week, and Will was starting to wonder. Not worry, though. He knew that whether he worried or not, it wouldn't make a difference. Maybe the boy had decided to make a life altering decision and stop his addiction. He chuckled, emptying a bottle of vodka into a glass and sliding it down the bar with a practiced ease. He found that if he thought about other things, his boredom and annoyance would subside slightly, and his mind kept drifting to his most frequent customer.  He didn't even know his name. 
The clock beeped behind him, and he turned to see he had 15 minutes till his shift was over.  15 minutes until the walk home in the dark. He didn't mind, but he preferred the sun.  Wills eyes kept floating from the counter in front of him to the crowd, looking for a familiar face before he left.  "Hey." His head shot up at the voice.  "Two beers." Will nodded and filled the mugs, then put them in front of the customer.  5 more minutes.  He rested his head on his hand.  4. The time seemed to slow down- all he wanted was his bed.  2.  Screw it.  Will scooped up his keys from the hook and exited the bar, shoving through the sweaty room until he collapsed outside the building, breathing in deeply like he did every night. 
The walk home would be a peaceful one, as always.  Will would walk through the park that surrounded the club, then down the road a bit and there he was.  He expected the park to be empty at this time of night, and for a while he thought it was.  Until he noticed the dark shape sprawled across a bench move a bit, and he jumped.  He approached it with curiosity, then stifled a laugh as he recognized the person sleeping on the bench.  The figure had dark, messy hair and a pale, peaceful, angelic looking face.  His eyelashes were long enough to brush his cheeks slightly, and he wore the same black hooded sweatshirt he did every other night. Will smiled and bent down next to him, kneeling.  His hand rested on the black haired boy's arm, shaking him gently.  He didn't want to wake him up, it it was dangerous to be alone this late, especially right outside the club.  The boys eyelashes fluttered, and his lips parted for a moment before he opened his eyes, not registering his surroundings.   "Hey," Will smiled.  "You awake?" He shook his head, still half asleep.  "It's not safe for you to be out here alone."
"Oh... kay." The boy mumbled, his eyelids lowering.   "Do you live near here?" Will shook him again.  He shook his head.  "School's a long walk away," he said quietly. Will sucked in his breath sharply, then looked around.  He was alone.  "Okay.  You can spend the night at my house tonight, then I'll drop you off back here?"
"Mmnbfhg..." 
Will scooped up the dark haired boy- he was a lot lighter than he expected.  It was like carrying a few books, or a bag of clothes.
The door of the empty house creaked open and Will flicked the lights on with one finger.  He tromped up the stairs to his room and lay out the boy, taking off his shoes and putting a pillow under his head.  Then he padded back down and sprawled out on the couch, passing out immediately.