Thanks to Donorface for creating the character of Jezzer:
"Heya kiddo!" A familiar gruff voice shouted to Liam as he reluctantly trudged his way through the town center on his way to work. "Looking as enthusiatic as ever." The voice then laughed. Liam didn't need to lift his head to know who was talkng to him. It was a homeless man he had befriended a few months ago. Liam still didn't know his real name though, and the 56-year old bum continually insisted that Liam call him "Jezzer".
"Hi Jezzer." Liam sighed, changing direction and heading over to his friend.
"You work what? Five hours every day? Must be murder." Jezzer drolled sarcastically, teasing Liam a little.
Liam scowled a little at Jezzer. "Yeah well some of the people I work with aren't the nicest types. And they've got it into their heads that I'm some kind of slacker." He grumbled, as Jezzer scratched his unkempt, greying beard.
"Are you?" Jezzer smirked.
"We all slack from time to time, right?" Liam defended himself.
"Absolutely, I used to back when I worked as a mechanic for some guy I knew back in.... 73." Jezzer said, casting his mind back to a previous employment. "Well, that is until the asshole fired me. Fucking little snotrag he was!" Jezzer grumbled. Then in an instance Jezzer's frown was replaced by a somewhat wicked grin. "But never mind, I've a feeling you're gonna have a great day at work today... and in the future." He winked at Liam, playfully slapping his shoulder as he sat next to him.
"Yeah right, I'll believe it when it happens." Liam sighed, as looked into Jezzer's experienced, emerald-green eyes. Liam produced a £5 note from his pocket and offered it to Jezzer, who for the first time ever... refused Liam's gift. "No need kiddo, you've done enough for me since we met. I already owe you." Jezzer smiled again.
"You sure?" Liam inquired.
This question elicited a nod from Jezzer, who suddenly let out a loud belch. "I'm sure kid." Jezzer then said. Liam noticed the empty bottle of whiskey beside the bench they were sat on, which had been Jezzer's bed for the last couple of weeks. The scent of alcohol was evident on Jezzer's breath, and the faint smell of urine was also picked up by Liam's sensitive nose. Unsurprisingly, Jezzer's levels of hygeine were as always... non-existant.
"Listen, I'd better get to work, I'll be in deep shit if I'm late again. See you later." Liam smiled at Jezzer.
"See you real soon kiddo." Jezzer issued a mock salute, smiling at Liam as he walked off. A mischievous grin then appeared on Jezzer's weathered, grimy face as he laid back down on the bench and closed his eyes.
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