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Jasper Parish was having an off day, you could call it.
Not having a drink since the night before and now it was, he glanced at the clock. 12:00pm. God it had been far too long since he had a drink, but he really didn't want to leave his bed. It was comfortable, and he was so tired, but damn he needed a drink.
So with a sigh he threw off the covers and pulled himself into the kitchen. Although, searching all the cabinets left him with nothing. The boy let out an angry groan as he trudged back to his room, throwing on whatever clothes he could find and leaving.
He could always count on the bartenders at the grill to fuel us addiction. Jasper going out of the house without at least a small buzz was a rare sight, the heretic wincing at the sun as he kept his head down. He could've screamed in joy when he finally made it to the bar, tapping his fingers on the table anxiously.
"Can you give me a bottle of whatever's expensive?" He compelled the bartender.
"Are you Jasper?" The man asked, making the heretic furrow his eyebrows. "I can't give you alcohol."
"Why the hell not?" Jasper hissed, veins creeping out under his eyes.
"Who would do such a thing?" The Parish boy rolled his eyes at the voice. "Deny the biggest alcoholic in Mystic Falls a drink." The smirk on Elijah's face was enough to annoy the boy even more than he already was.
"Amazing," Jasper pushed past the original and out of the bar in anger.
"You don't want to talk, love?"
"Not when it's this early in the goddamn morning and I haven't had a single drink." The shorter boy could've killed someone, Elijah knowing just how to push his buttons.
"Well I'll let you drink as soon as you tell me what you're hiding," the Mikaelson smiled calmly. "Come on Jazz," he took a step closer to the heretic. "You can tell me."
It was quiet enough were Elijah could hear the boy taking deep, unnecessary, breaths. Jasper's eyes flickered up to meet Elijah's, the distress clear in them. He was vulnerable without alcohol coursing through his system, having to actually acknowledge the thoughts flying through his head.
Elijah knew it too, grinning down at him. And for the first time in a long time the original did something. He leaned down a kissed the boy roughly, pinning him against the alley wall.
And for maybe a second Jasper gave in, kissing him back and resting a hand on his neck. But just as quick it was gone, shoving Elijah backwards as hard as he could with a cold glare.
"Don't touch me." Jasper glared, turning on his heel as he continued to stomp off.
"Stop lying to yourself, darling. You can admit you miss me."
"Not when I'm this sober."
And with that Jasper continued to stalk through the twin on the prowl for a drink. Because there was no way he could manage to get by without at least a buzz. No way could he manage his thoughts that long without any help.
