Musical One Shots

Usnessa: Drunk

Third Person:

Usnavi walked along the slightly lit streets of New York. He heard something coming his way from an alleyway. There was trouble in the air, you can smell it. And Usnavi's by himself, I'll let him tell it.
(Hehe I'm sooo clever)

Usnavi POV:

I walked past an alleyway in the dark. There were strange noises coming from down the alley so my stupid self told me go see what that is.

I cautiously walked into the alley, getting closer to the noise.

Eventually, I bumped into something... or someone.

"BACK OFF CREEP!" they yelled.

It sounded like a woman.

"I just want to help..." I said.

She reeked of beer. Great. She's a drunk. I thought. But... she is also very pretty.

I decided to stay and help her.

She started throwing up again so I held her hair back. When she was done she gave me a look. Not a mean one like before... this one had... something special in it.

"Do you have somewhere to stay...?" I asked.

"Not exactly..." she trailed off.

"Come stay with me. I promise I'm not a freak trying to hook up. You just seem like someone who could use some help and I have a spare bedroom." I said, trying to stay a bit calm in this situation.

She nodded and tried to stand up.

I helped her up and she gripped my arm all the way to my house.

Once we got inside, I showed her to the guest room. It wasn't used often but it was surprisingly clean. Thanks Abuela.

After I knew she was sleep, I crept out of the room and went to my own.

Vanessa POV:

{In the morning}

I woke up in a strange bed with a pounding headache. It wasn't the first time. Maybe I could escape before whoever's house this is finds me.

I got up and found the door. This was a simple house so it didn't take much to find the front door.

I was about to open it when a voice caught me off guard.

"Where are you going?" The voice asked.

I turned around.

Oh
My
Gosh.
Was all I could think.

"I should be going..." I said, trying not to stutter at my stupidness.

"At least take a coffee." He said.

I nodded and he went into the kitchen.

"How do you like your coffee?" He called from the kitchen.

"With a little bit o' cinnamon." I called back.

A few minutes later he came back with my coffee.

"Thanks." I said. I turned to leave again, hoping he would stop me but he didn't.

So I left.