“Hello again.”
“Hello, yes. You haven't seen Oliver around today by any chance?” Oliver's father said, glancing over Jacks shoulder.
“No, sorry. Why? Is he missing?” Jack saw the man ring his leather gloves. He wore a scarily stern face. One that looked like smiling was unfamiliar territory.
“Thank you for you concern. If you see him, please inform us immediately. I'm sure we can count on you.” Please inform us, Jack noted. Not, tell him that his parents are looking for him or tell him to go home. Jack closed and locked the door before returning to the yard. He made sure that Olivers dad had left before knocking on the shed door.
“It's okay. He's gone.” Oliver peered out threw the half open door.
“You sure?”
“Yup. Checked. You really like it in there, don't you. Give me your cloths and I can lock you inn again for the night.” Jack joked. Oliver slammed the door shut again. Jack opened it. Oliver's face was red.
“Hey, did that embarrass you?”
“Dick,” Oliver said, pushing past.
“You sure have strict parents then.”
“They don't let me be out late at all.”
“Over protective? Well, many parents are like that.” Jack said.
“Do many parents go so far as to lock their kids in their rooms to make sure?” Oliver said moodily.
“Wow. That seems a bit extreme. Why not just climb out of the window?”
“Don't have a window.”
“What? Everyone has a window. I think there's a law for it. Fire safety or something.”
“I snuck out last night just to see the sunset. I wasn't going to run away or anything.”
“Snuck out? Threw a locked door? How?” Jack said, sitting back down.
“No, I just didn't go inside right away. I had climbed onto the roof for a good view. Though I must have fallen asleep wail waiting for the sun to set. Woke up in your shed. My dad was livid when I came home today.”
“With such strict parents, no wonder you haven't tasted beer before. Imagine how ticked they would be if they knew you had taken just a sip.” Jack joked, trying to lighten the sulky mood Oliver was getting into. Oliver plucked up the beer bottle and chugged the hole thing in one go with a grimace.
“Another,” he demanded.
“Okay. You're in a rule braking mood I see,” Jacks responsible nature nudged him into adding, “but you really shouldn't be drinking when your upset.”
“I'll get it,” Oliver said and went back inside. He returned with one of the wine bottles instead. “I've never tasted wine either. You need one of those screw openers right. Where do you have it?”
“It's a screw top, but I think you should go easy on that. You look like your a light weight.” Oliver already had the top off and was drinking the continence straight from the bottle like he had with the beer.
“Let me get you a glass.” Jack was about to get up when Oliver dropped into his lap for the second time that day. He really was a light weight, Jack reflected. Literally.
“It tastes weird, but better then the beer.” Oliver took another classless swig. “You know. You've seen me naked. You've had me locked up. You've tootered me. And now you're getting me drink... drunk for the first time. All in one day, and you still haven't told me your name.”
“I haven't?” Jack said surprised.
“What is it?” Jack smirked.