Author's Note: This fanfic contains language. This is a TWOSHOT
Maya Hunter walked through New York City at night. She had a discomposed expression on her face. She shoved her hands into her pants pockets. She walked passed stores as she made her way down the sidewalk.
"Hey, Hart," she heard a voice say, "what are you doing out this late?"
She stopped walking.
"Who's asking?"
She felt an arm rest on her shoulder. She turned around and saw her former childhood "friends", Carla and Renee.
"Hey Maya," Renee greeted her with a semi-nice way.
"How have you been, Hart?" Carla questioned.
"It's Hunter, now," Maya told her. "And I've been fine, Carla, not that you need to know."
"So why you out this late?" Carla inquired.
"None of your business," Maya snapped at her.
"Cool down, dude," Renee told her. "Why are you so on edge?"
"Again," Maya said, "none of your business."
"Why don't you come and hang out with us for a bit to winddown?" Carla suggested.
"With you?" Maya asked with a small laugh. "No."
"We had fun when we were kids," Carla told her.
"You may have," she said. "but most of the shit you convinced me to do was dangerous and I could have died."
She turned around and started walking again.
"Okay, you're right," Carla said. "Some of the stuff we did was screwed up."
Maya turned around and looked at them.
"We just can tell you're upset," Renee stated, "and we want to help."
"Really?" Maya questioned, unsurely.
"Yeah, just come get a drink with us at the bar down the street," Renee said.
"My parents would kill me," Maya stated, "and I'm not going to risk getting arrested."
"I have a connection that'll get us in," Carla said. "Just one drink. Just to calm you down, which you clearly need to do."
"Fine," she obliged, "but if you two double-cross me, you'll regret it."
"Alright," Carla said, slinging her arm around Maya's arm. "Let's go."
The three went to the bar and the man in front looked at Maya then at Carla.
"She with you?" He questioned her.
"Yeah, she's an old friend," Carla stated.
He nodded to her.
They went inside. Carla whispered to a man and they sat down.
They sat down.
"Who was that?" Maya asked.
"My boyfriend," Carla answered. "He's gonna get the drinks."
"Don't I need to pick one?"
"You'll like the one I picked."
"Sure," Maya said.
After a bit Carla's boyfriend brought them two wine coolers and a drink in a glass. He put the glass in front of Maya and gave the wine coolers to Carla and Renee.
"What's this?" Maya asked.
"Long Island Tea," Renee told her.
"Tea?"
"Go ahead," Carla said, taking a drink of her wine cooler.
Maya took a gulp, then started coughing.
"Yeah," Carla said with a laugh, "it has a strong taste."
She and Renee exchanged a look.
"Yeah," Renee agreed. "You have to drink it fast to fight the taste."
"I think I'm done," Maya said. "I'm going home."
She stood up.
Carla grabbed her arm.
"At least finish your drink," she ordered her. "Don't be a bitch. I don't want you wasting my boyfriend's money. Just down it fast."
"Fine," she said, sitting back down.
She picked up the glass started chugging the drink. She finished. She fell into a coughing fit and grabbed her throat. After it stopped, she stood up, but immediately got dizzy and grabbed onto her chair.
"You might want to sit down, Maya," Carla said in a rhetorically concerned voice.
Maya sat down.
"Why am I dizzy?" She questioned.
"You're already drunk," Carla informed her, "after one drink, too, Lightweight."
"Gotta go," Renee said. Both of them stood up. "Good luck getting home."
They walked away with their wine coolers, leaving with Carla's boyfriend. Carla whispered to a couple of guys at a table before leaving the bar. Maya immediately felt their eyes on her. She looked over and saw them staring at her. She tried to stand up, but did not feel stable on her feet, so sat she back down.
The guys went over to the table and sat with her.
"Hey beautiful, can I buy you a drink?" One of them asked.
"I think I've had-" she closed her eyes for a second. "I've had enough."
"Well, I'd like to take you home with me, at least," he said.
"No, thank you," she rejected him.
"You seem young," the guy told her. "You in your early 20s or something?"
"Something."
"Why not just have one more drink?" The other one asked, brushing some of her hair behind her ear.
"No, thank you," she rejected him. "If you'll excuse me, I'm using the restroom."
"No problem," the first one said. "We'll be here when you get back."
She stood up, and with a lot of trouble, stumbled to the somewhat close bathroom. When she got inside, she used the wall to get to a stall. She shakily locked herself in one. She sat down against the stall door. Not too long after, she found herself throwing up into the toilet. After she flushed the toilet, she let herself fall back against the closed stall door, miserable.
"Why the hell did I trust them?" She questioned herself. "I'm such an idiot…"
She kicked the wall behind the toilet, accidentally breaking some tile.
After some time of sitting there, she heard someone yell "Last call!"
She looked at her phone and saw that it was 12am. She went to her contacts and scrolled to Mom. She nearly hit call, but stopped. She scrolled up to Josh's name. She hit call.
"Hey, Maya," he answered. "Why are you calling me so late? Can't sleep?"
"I messed up, Josh," she stated.
"Maya, your voice is slurring," he said. "Are you drunk?"
"I didn't mean to," she answered. "I trusted some girls and…I just…I'm freaking out…I've never felt like this."
"Where are you?" He asked. "A bar? A party?"
"A bar," she replied. "I don't know the name."
"Any way you could find out?"
"I can't really walk and I'm seeing double," she stated. "It's getting worse. I'm in the girls' restroom."
"Can you share your location?" She got a notification of him requesting access to her location. She hit allow. "I'll be there as soon as possible."
She hung up.
Josh drove to the bar. He went to the door.
"Can't let you in," the guy there said. "It's last call."
"I'm picking someone up," he stated.
"You aren't going in," he told. "I'm sure your girlfriend can make it out herself."
"You want me to call the police and report that you've let minors in?"
The man stared at him, then moved out of his way.
Josh went to the woman's restroom. He saw there was only one stall closed. He knocked on it.
"Maya?"
"Josh?" She questioned back.
"Yeah, it's me," he said.
He heard the door unlock. He slowly pushed the door open and Maya had moved out of the way.
"Can you walk?" He asked.
"I don't know," she admitted. "I can't remember how I got in here."
He helped her up and after she started stumbling, he held her up and got her to his car. He started driving.
"I'll drive you home," he told her.
"No," she said.
"Maya—"
"I don't want them to know," she said. "Please don't make me."
He looked over at her. She was somewhat hugging herself.
"I don't think I've ever seen you freaked out like this before," he said. He saw her hand starting to twitch. "How much did you drink?"
"I don't know…" she admitted.
"Tell you what," he said, "I'll take you to my place and keep an eye on you."
All she did was nod.
He helped her into his apartment after he parked. He helped her sit on his bed. He helped her take her shoes and jacket off. He helped her brush her teeth with a spare toothbrush and had her spit the toothpaste and water into the trashcan. He sat next to her.
"We can talk about it tomorrow," he told her. "You sleep on my bed. I'll watch to make sure there's no signs of alcohol poisoning. If there is, I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"
"Okay," she said.
He looked over at her. She suddenly kissed him. His eyes widened then fluttered shut for a second until she pulled away. She tried to kiss him again, but he stopped her. She looked away from him and to her lap.
"Maya…" he said, "you're drunk." She looked at him. "It's not that I'd not want you to…it's that you're drunk…and I don't want it to go further…too far. I don't want you to give that up when you're drunk and I'd never want to take advantage of you. I love you too much to let you do that or for me to ever do that. I wouldn't let that happen with anyone, but especially you."
"You just said that you love me," she said. "You're not drunk."
"I mean it," he confessed. "I love you…but you probably won't even remember I said that in the morning."
He stood up and helped her into his bed. He made sure she was laying on her side and sat on the edge and watched as she slept.
